I batted at the hands that grabbed me and tried to roll me onto my side.
"No, no, they drugged you, man. You've got to puke it up."
Fingers were shoved down my throat until I gagged and began to puke into a bucket held up to my face. It was gross and disgusting, and by the time my stomach stopped rebelling, I felt as if I'd been turned inside out. My throat was raw, and there was a huge knot in my gut.
"Here, drink this."
I snorted.
"It's just water, I promise."
I forced my eyes open and looked at the bottle of water being held out to me and then beyond the bottle to the man holding it. "Cam?"
Cam grinned. "Hey, man."
"What are you doing here?" If I remembered correctly, Cam had quit and moved away over a week ago to attend some college out west. He should be long gone, not stuck in some hidden room behind Brasov's office.
Cam shrugged as he settled back on his butt. "Same thing as you, I imagine. Being held prisoner while I wait for my new master to arrive."
Oh crap!
I sat up slowly and looked around. We were in a windowless room that looked as if it used to be a storage closet at one time. It was pretty small, just barely fitting the queen-size mattress I was lying on.
"What the fuck is going on, Cam?"
"Brasov is in the sex slave business, and you and me"—Cam waved a hand between us—"are his newest merchandise."
Oh, hell no!
"We need to get out of here."
"Oh, believe me, I've tried." Cam pointed to the door. "But that is the only way out of here, and I don't have a key."
I wasn't going to let that stop me, simply because I wasn't going to let some asshole sell me as a sex slave. I liked sex just as much as the next guy, but I got to choose who I had sex with, not some faceless, nameless jerkoff who thought he owned me.
It just wasn't going to happen.
"My bag." I glanced around looking for it. "I had my bag with me when I went to talk to Brasov. Did they toss it in here with me?"
"No, man, just you."
"Damn." I had wanted to use my phone to...wait...I started patting my pockets. "Yes!" I hissed when I felt the distinctive object through the fabric of my pants. I quickly pulled my cell phone out and stared down at the screen.
Now, who did I call?
"They forgot to take your phone?" Cam whispered as he crawled over to sit next to me. "I got strip-searched when they tossed me in here."
"I always put my phone in my bag. Everyone knows that." I was too afraid of having someone take it out of my pocket. "I was kind of waiting for a phone call so I stuck it in my pocket."
A lock of blond hair fell over Cam's face as he frowned at me. "You got a guy?"
Technically?
"I have a friend." Sort of. "But he might be able to help us get out of here. I just hope he's awake."
Andrew was going to think I was insane.
"Andrew, need help. Boss insane. Locked me up in the room behind his office."
