The guy shook his head, refusing to take no for an answer.
"I won't leave any scars on the girls. Can I just finger them and jerk off on their tits?"
Juan and Julio looked at one another and shrugged.
"Let's call Hector to see if he will allow it, but first, get rid of the rifle. You know Hector’s rules if you want to play with his girls.” Julio said.
The man smirked as he removed his weapon, handing it to another guard. “I’ll be right back. Hold this for me.”
The other man just nodded, taking it from him. Becca was almost sobbing at this point.
"Shut the fuck up!" Juan yelled.
She quieted down, but still fidgeted in her seat. I looked out the window quickly. There were two other vans behind us. I bet they were full of trafficked women, too. There was no doubt in my mind. Juan pulled behind the building as instructed, hiding us from the checkpoint, with the guard following quickly on foot.
It didn't surprise me that no one considered us as we drove behind the premises. The other guards were just as crooked. They completely ignored us as we passed through. I'm positive I could have been screaming bloody murder, and they would not have cared, nor intervened, to save us. I was starting to believe the cartels ruled Mexico.
Juan pulled out his cell as the uniformed creep jumped into the back of the van with us. He plopped his ass down on the seat next to me. He was also Mexican, with a face full of acne. The asshole was licking his lips as he stared at us.
Becca shook uncontrollably while my heartbeat echoed in my ears. I wanted to comfort her, but there was no way any of the men in this van would allow that.
I was so lost in my own head that I didn't hear a word of Juan's conversation with Hector before he hung up. He glanced back at us from the front seat. The twisted grin on his face said it all. We had lost. My skin crawled as he spat out the words I didn't want to hear.
I didn't cry or make a sound.
I only listened.
"You're lucky Hector was in a good mood. He OK'd your request. His words were, and I quote."
"I appreciate them letting us cross with our girls, so yes, but fingers only. You can all have a little fun, but don't go overboard with the merchandise. No marks or fucking either of them. Be extra careful with green eyes. I want to sample her before she is sent to a new owner. I have a buyer interested in both, so make it quick."
The guard smiled from ear to ear. My stomach did triple somersaults, and Becca had the hiccups.
The stranger unzipped his pants, releasing his erection. Juan and Julio jumped in the back, already stroking their cocks. Julio shot me an evil grin.
"Okay, girls, open those legs. We all have permission from the big boss to take turns on those pretty cunts."
Before Becca or I could move, the man got pissed off and started yelling at our tormentors.
"No fucking way! I'm not sharing. You fucking guys have so many whores at your beck and call. I only want ten minutes alone with them.”
Juan didn't like the guy's attitude and yelled back. One of Julio's legs was still hanging from the van's side door.
The entire vehicle was in an uproar over mine and Becca's genitals. Julio pulled his other leg into the truck and jumped on the guard. All three men were fighting.
Becca and I moved away from the bodies flying all over the back seat—kicks and punches connected with the guard's face and stomach. No one paid attention to us, which was the break we needed.
The side door was wide open. This was our chance to escape from these lunatics. I grabbed Becca by the hand and pulled her from the van before the three morons killing one another realized we were gone.
Our boots hit the pavement, and we were off. We removed the leashes and threw them on the ground. I reached out and grabbed Beck's hand again. We held on to one another while we ran for our lives.
Our feet kicked up dust as we continued running along the dirt road.
In the distance, I could still hear the low hum of engines fading as we disappeared further into the brush.
We had no food, very little water, and no cell phones. I wasn't sure we would survive the night out here, but it was better than what Hector had planned.
We ran for cover among the trees and shrubs lining the dark road. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew it was late. Becca started limping as we continued.
