His voice was icy.
"You and your little friend cost me thousands. I had to refuel my fucking plane to fly you both out here."
An evil smile tugged at his lips, sending a cold shiver down my spine. "So, tell me, princess. How are you planning to pay me back?"
Swallowing hard, I knew what he was getting at, even if he didn't say it outright. I shrugged, forcing myself to stay calm.
"I..I'm not sure how we can repay you."
He threw his head back, laughing.
"Oh, come now. You must have some idea of how I can recoup my losses. Make it worth my while, at least."
My legs felt like rubber, and my insides turned to sludge. I knew what he wanted me to say, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I shrugged once more.
"I really don't know. I could write you a check back home if you set us free."
He reached out and lifted my chin with his long index finger. "I've got myself a real comedienne on my hands, don't I?"
His eyes burned into mine. I felt a knot in my throat.
He didn't appreciate my snarkiness, and I knew it, but I wouldn't let this bastard see my fear.
If the asshole wanted to whip me, so be it.
"I'm sorry if that came out the wrong way," I said, my voice calm but dripping with sarcasm. "There's plenty of money in my bank account. I would be happy toreimburse you for your time, but my checkbook is at home in America, far from this shithole."
He removed his finger from under my chin, grinning.
"You want to challenge me with that cocky little mouth, princess?" He looked at Juan.
"Wake her friend up…and don't be gentle. You know what to do.”
Juan's laugh was sharp and ugly. "With pleasure."
Fuck! I hadn't expected them to take it out on Becca.
"Wait!" I protested, but it was too late. Juan grabbed Becca by her hair and yanked her off the bed. She crashed to the floor, still groggy from the drugs forced into her system. She couldn't sit up.
Her eyes fluttered, unfocused.
"What the fuck is going on?" She slurred.
Hector nodded to Juan. Beck's handler straddled her and began slapping the shit out of her face.
Her head snapped from side to side with each blow until she started kicking and screaming.
"Get the fuck off me, you asshole!!!!!"
I was horrified, but also proud. She was fighting back. I watched, breathless, as she clawed the bastard's face, leaving bloody scratches along his cheeks.
He felt the jagged edges and scowled, but she kept going at him like a wildcat. This wasn't the same Becca who cried in the van. She was furious and unpredictable. Perhaps the drugs had twisted something in her mind, or maybe she's just had enough. I glanced at Hector, expecting him to intervene, but he didn't. He sat down next tome on the bed, grinning as if he were watching a comedy special on Netflix.
His hand gripped my leg.
He pointed to the two struggling bodies on the floor.
"This is the good part, princess. He's going to fuck her in the ass, and you've got front row seats."
