His fingers dug into my leg, nails biting into my skin. His smile turned diabolical.
"The best part? He's going in dry. All because you wanted to be a comedienne."
My stomach flipped. My mouth went numb. Becca is going to be violated, and it’s all my fault.
"Please don't do this, I begged, turning to him. "Take it out on me. She did nothing. I'm the one who deserves to be punished, not her."
Becca kept screaming, her voice muffled as Juan shoved her face into the floor. He undid his belt and pushed his pants down to his knees, releasing his disgusting hard-on. He knelt behind her, forcing her thighs apart. Spitting into his hand, he rubbed it between her cheeks while she thrashed beneath him.
Julio stood nearby, smirking like the freak he was. Hector kept his eyes glued to the scene, digging his fingers deeper into my leg, ignoring my pleas. I couldn't take it. I wasn't going to just sit and watch my friend get raped. Let them beat me. Let them whip me. I could handle it.
I tore free from Hector's grip.
In one leap, I jumped off the bed and hurled myself onto Juan’s back just before he could force himself into Becca. I glanced back at Julio. He moved fast.
His boots scraped across the tile floor, leaving black streaks, as he stormed toward me. His eyes were wild…his lips drew back into a snarl.
I didn't give a shit what happened to me.
I still clung to Juan's back, clawing and kicking, trying to keep him off my friend. He growled beneath me, reaching around to grab my wrists.
But I didn't let go.
Julio said nothing. He just yanked me off his scumbag buddy with brute strength, his arms wrapping around my waist in a vise-like grip. I screamed and thrashed in his hold, kicking my legs and cursing at him.
"Get the fuck off of me, you filthy pig!" I shrieked.
My naked body is covered in sweat. I'm amped up on adrenaline, not giving a flying fuck about the consequences of my actions. My heel connected with Juan's ribs as I was hauled away. He groaned, stumbling off Becca, who still struggled beneath him.
Julio tossed me back onto the bed, far from where Hector's evil ass still sat. My body hit the mattress with a loud thud, knocking the wind out of me.
Yet, Hector said nothing.
He remained seated, watching the chaos unfold with a calm, eerie silence. No emotion, no nothing. He looked at us as if we were a bunch of animals in a three-ring circus. The vibe I got was that he was the ringmaster, and we were nothing but performing monkeys being used for his entertainment.
Becca still sobbed on the floor, curled up into a ball, all her bravery long gone. Juan put his pants back on, fastened his belt, and glared down at her, frustrated.
Poor baby didn't get his rocks off.
Fucking bastard!!!!
Hector finally rose to his feet, his voice low but cold.
"Put them in the shower."
Julio looked at him. "Together?"
The cartel nodded.
"Yes, I want them clean for what comes next. Juan, you will handle green eyes for the next couple of hours. She needs to be reeled in, and you're the right person for the job."
The creep smiled at Hector, his voice taking on a sinister tone. "I'd be happy to, but what about the customer who was interested in buying her? We can't do much without leaving marks."
A wave of acid churned in my stomach as the vile words spilled from his lips.
Hector shrugged, not giving a single ounce of shit about us.
"He chose a different pair of girls, so these two bitches are still for sale; and since they don’t know how to behave, they’ll learn the hard way. If they end up with scars, fuck it. They deserve it for all this fucking bullshit."
