Jacob's laugh was sinister, but light.
"I'm more than ready. Let's go kill the fucking roaches of society."
Chapter 7
Trafficked
Kitlyn
The two hooligans strapped me and Becca to the exam tables with our knees bent, both of our feet in stirrups, our ankles bound with leather restraints. Our arms were stretched wide and slapped into thick metal bracelet-type cuffs secured to the top of the table. My heart pounded in my ears, loud and steady like a drum.
Although the way I was restrained made it difficult to lift my head, I managed to raise it about an inch. I could see Becca, bound and exposed, across from me; her muffled cries pierced the silence. Juan stood between my spread thighs, and Julio was standing between Beck's. Hector sat on his throne in the middle of the room, smiling,watching, eager to command something disgusting and humiliating, I was sure of it.
"Alright, ladies,” Hector breathed.
"Are you ready to begin?" His evil laugh rang through the room, making me shudder.
"Juan and Julio will have thirty minutes to do whatever they want to you both."
Before he could finish his horrendous speech, Becca let out a guttural scream, then burst into violent sobs.
Hector sighed loudly, annoyed by the interruption.
"Julio, fucking gag that bitch, will ya? I don't want to sit here and listen to her whining for the next half hour. In fact, grab two scold's bridles. These cunts are going to learn their place real quick."
What the hell is a scold's bridle???
Julio’s brutal laugh didn’t exactly give me the warm fuzzies. Whatever Hector has planned in his diabolical mind, I doubt it’ll be anything short of hell. I slightly raised my head to see what the fuck he was doing.
He ran across the room, opened the closet door, and grabbed what looked like two metal helmets. I really couldn't see much from my position. After throwing one at Juan, Julio walked over to Becca and put the scary-looking contraption over her head. Instantly, my handler stood beside me, his face twisted into the most evil smile.
I could hear my friend trying to protest, but then she started choking and went silent.
"Let's go, whore." Juan hissed. "Don't make this more complicated than it needs to be. If I have to bash yourteeth in, I will, so lift your noggin as high as it will go, and lie still."
When I saw the evil-looking device, I broke out in a cold sweat. It resembled something out of a medieval nightmare: a cage made of metal straps shaped to fit over a human skull—mine and Becca's!!
Juan forced it down over my head, the cold iron scraping my scalp, clamping around my jaw like a vise. The inner plate shoved against my tongue, immobilising it, making it nearly impossible to breathe, let alone scream.
My jaw already ached, and I could taste blood. My heart raced, making me feel faint. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm my anxious body. Not only was it painful, but it was humiliating.
The weight of the cage made it nearly impossible to move my neck. The only thing keeping me from losing my sanity was knowing we only had to endure whatever hell they put us through for thirty minutes. Hector's voice echoed in the dark, cold room, raising goose bumps on the surface of my skin.
"Now that both of your traps are silenced, I will continue explaining what is off limits during our little show.”
I hope Atlas tortures this bastard.
"The guys can only inflict pain on you, princesses. There will be no fucking, and of course, no blow jobs, obviously. You certainly can't suck a cock with that ugly iron over your heads, now can you?"
His evil laugh pissed me off. I wanted to fucking kill the motherfucker, and maybe once Atlas finds us, I willblow his goddamn head off myself! The thought made me happy. Hector's voice droned on.
"Biting, pinching, slapping, the use of a cane, a belt, a paddle, and dildos are allowed. Blood may be drawn, but not in huge quantities. Marks will be visible, but the guys must try not to make them permanent. No one will die. I am here to supervise and make sure things don't get out of hand. When the men are done, they aren't allowed to relieve their aching nuts on either of you. Because they failed me and allowed you to escape, these two screwballs will have to pleasure multiple guards, and you ladies may sit up and watch. This is how things are done around here. Piss me off, pay the consequences. Ladies, let that be your revenge for what they are about to inflict on you." The vicious asshole cleared his throat before continuing with his atrocious plan.
"Once Juan and Julio's time is up with the guards, you will both be moved to another part of the manor. The cages stay on until dinner is ready."
The bastard walked over and stood by my head. He flashed a stopwatch in front of my face. I couldn't move or speak, but I stared him down, hating every ounce of his being.
The dickhead winked at me, then grinned.
