The truth hurt, but make-believe was over. I had to be as honest as possible with her. I know whatawaits us under Hector's rule. We are nothing but commodities to him. He will sell us off to a couple of crazy, wealthy psychopaths.
The type of men who buy women on the black market are cruel and violent, and that was what we had to look forward to, if we didn't find a way out of this hell.
Becca didn't look convinced that we weren't driving to our deaths. I don't think I was a hundred percent positive, either. Her eyes welled up, but she held back the tears. Her jaw tensed as she wrung her hands in her lap. She turned away, staring out the window again.
I wanted to reach out and reassure her, promise that things wouldn't be so bad, but I couldn't.
I know we are fucked, and she knows it, too. Hector was cruel to me in the cell. She wasn’t aware of what he had said and done because she was still passed out. He's likely to treat us even worse than Juan treated her.
I rested my head against the window, which is sealed shut. I assume it’s to prevent anyone from escaping.
Sweat ran down my neck, pooling under my collar, which irritated the hell out of me.
The engine hummed in my ears.
No music, barely any conversation between Beck and me, just the two assholes in the front speaking in Spanish to one another. We'd already been driving for about half an hour, and I had no idea what part of Mexico we were heading to.
My stomach growled, and I felt nauseous.
Beck and I hadn't eaten since noon.
I'm sure she felt the same. We needed nourishment, even if our appetites were only subpar. If we grow too weak, we won't ever be able to escape.
The van slowed down to a crawl. I glanced out the window and spotted a brightly lit checkpoint up ahead. A weathered chain-link fence surrounded the area, giving it the appearance of a maximum-security prison.
Becca turned and looked at me with trembling lips. Her voice was barely audible.
"This is it, Kit. We're almost in Mexico. I'm scared!"
My voice was calm as I whispered back.
"I know Beck. I am, too, but at least we have each other. We'll get through this together, I promise, but we must be on our best behavior, so we're not separated."
She nodded, but remained silent. I hope she doesn't break down. The last thing we need is to rile the tempers of the two slugs in the front seat.
Juan turned his head toward both of us, eyes slanted into evil slits, spit stuck in the corners of his mouth.
"One sound from either of you, and I will knock you the fuck out. Trust me, Hector won't care if you end up with two black eyes for disobeying. Keep your traps shut!"
Becca flinched. I didn't move a muscle. It’s not that I wasn't scared. I was terrified. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing the power he had over us. Fear kept us subdued; otherwise, I would have screamed my head off once we hit the checkpoint.
We didn't have to say a word. Anyone who looked into the van would see Becca was frightened out of her mind.We looked like two deer caught in headlights, and we’re wearing robes, for Christ’s sake. If no one noticed something shady was going on once we stopped, then I might as well give up on life right now.
We were finally in front of the guard. Like the rest of them, he was armed with an assault rifle slung over his shoulder, looking like a badass. Glancing back at us, he smiled and started talking to Juan and Julio in broken English.
"You got yourself a couple of good-looking girls back there, amigo. Pull over behind the building so I can get a sample. Then I'll let you through."
What the fuck???
My heart pounded in my chest, and my palms were sweaty. I couldn't believe my ears. The scumbag was in on it!
Juan was only testing us to see if we would make a scene. I am glad we kept quiet; otherwise, he would have taken great pleasure in bashing our heads in.
Becca gasped and squirmed in her seat. I didn't react because I was pissed off and wanted to punch the motherfucker right in the mouth!
Juan's evil laugh filled the van.
"I'd love to give you a sample of these two bitches, but Hector has strict instructions not to mark them, and we have to get them delivered asap. So sorry, man, no pussy tonight."
