"There, there, boys. I ordered two girls to tend to your wounds, and because you did so well, they will suck your cocks and pleasure you for the entire week."
He smiled as if he were doing them the biggest favor in the world. "Would you like that, Juan? Julio?"
Julio's face was still buried in the floor, sobbing.
Juan answered in a shaky voice.
"Our very own girls for the week? Can we do what we want to them, Hector?"
The rotten leader's voice was still soft and pleasant.
"Aside from killing them, of course, you can. Would I give my brothers anything less?"
What the fuck did he just say?
His brothers??????
Both Becca and I gasped, totally surprised.
Hector turned when he heard us, an evil smirk curling his lips back. "Do you two have a problem?"
We both shook our heads and grunted, "Uh-uh."
He clapped his hands once again, walking back over to his throne, leaving his siblings bloody and lying on the floor.
"Good." He hissed.
"You better not give my boys any more trouble, or I'll beat you both to a pulp. You got that?"
Beck and I just sat there dumbfounded, nodding. He pulled out his cell phone to make a call.
"Send in four guards to get my brothers off the fucking floor. I want them sent to the infirmary to be patched up. Once they're in the clear, bring them to their room. Make sure Cindy and Lisa are waiting for their return. The girls are to care for them the whole week until they are healed. Once the seven days are up, remove the girls and have them attended to by the doctor because they'll need it, and then send them back to the cottages. I'll take care of the two new girls myself."
He abruptly hung up and shoved the phone in his pocket.
I looked at Julio and Juan, broken and bleeding on the floor. Men who tortured us, now the victims of their own brother, lying in a crumpled heap, panting and in pain. Moans spilled from their lips, weak and pathetic. I was more terrified than I had ever been in my life. If he could do this to his own flesh and blood, what was he capable of doing to us?
Hector turned to me. His gaze was calm, eerily so, which made it all the more unsettling. He walked toward me, unhurried, like a man enjoying a relaxing stroll in the park. His shoes clicked softly against the bloodstained tile. When he stopped in front of me, the silence was suffocating.
He leaned over, his knuckles grazing my leg tenderly.
I just sat still, petrified even to breathe.
"You're shaking, green eyes."
He tossed his head back and laughed, like this was a fucking joke. His voice was stern.
"This was just a warning. Piss me off again, and you'll suffer much worse than you just did."
He glanced at Becca.
"The same goes for you, too."
Behind him, the guards moved in. I heard the moans of both men as they were being lifted from the floor. Hector went to stand by the door as they carted his kin off to the infirmary. Two of the men remained. Becca whimpered across the room. Hector's eyes flicked to her, then back to me.
"Dinner will be ready soon. I'll remove the bridles then. In the meantime, you'll both be tended to by the house doctor."
He walked over to me, steady and calm. He pulled my knees apart, making me jump.
