She whimpered, but kept her voice low. He plunged into her full force, her screams piercing my ears.
His laughter echoed in the room. He fucked her brutally, grunting and groaning like a filthy animal, until he finally got off. I wanted to die right then and there.
He was so repulsive.
He slid out of her backside and knelt in front of her.
"Take it all, bitch."
Poor Layla cried softly as she took his length into her mouth and sucked him clean. When the monster was done getting his jollies, he pulled out, then slapped her in the face.
"What do you say, whore?"
She knelt in front of him, bowed her head and lifted her arms, palms up.
"Thank you for fucking me in the ass, Master."
He turned, training his eyes on me.
"Because you were such an obedient little bitch, tomorrow one of these girls will eat your cunt and get you off. Now roll over and get to sleep."
His stare bore into me.
"The same goes for you two. The show's over. Lights out."
He leaned forward and shut the lamp off on the nightstand, leaving the room in total blackness.
I heard Becca sniffling as I turned on my side.
I was so fucking nauseous, literally. This man was going to humiliate and degrade us beyond anything I had ever experienced with Atlas, and I was frightened. What's scarier is the fact that he's pissed off because we cost him twenty-two thousand dollars. That meant he would be even more brutal with us.
The tears silently fell as I thought about Atlas, and how much I needed him. I finally closed my eyes, allowing the darkness to take over.
Chapter 10
The Hunt
Atlas
It's been two days since Kitten was taken. After a half-decent night's rest, Jacob and I were up at the crack of dawn, ready to hit another target. As usual. I checked the GPS app for any movement. Nothing. I sighed. We may as well get something to eat and move ahead. The hotel offered a sorry excuse for a continental breakfast in the little dining area, but I wasn't in the mood to complain. I grabbed a few muffins, some bagels and brought them back to the room so we could eat in peace while we figured out our next steps.
I took a sip of the bitter coffee, gritty with grounds, and spread the map across the desk. Jacob stood beside me,noisily sucking the last of the remnants from the muffin wrapper. I couldn't help but laugh.
"You must be starving. How are those little bits of crumbs treating you? Getting full yet?"
He shot me a crooked grin and shrugged.
"Can't let good eats go to waste, boss."
I smiled as I traced my finger along the map spread out on the motel desk, pointing to the two marked locations we were hitting today. They were stretched miles apart, two and four hours each way, depending on the road conditions and how many checkpoints we had to avoid.
“The drive’s the fucking worst part,” I muttered.
Every goddamn hour wasted on the road was another hour Kitlyn could be sold, raped, or shipped out of the country. The thought alone made my head pound. I knew these bastards weren’t treating her gently. Cartels didn’t handle women like glass; they treated them like pure garbage.
I looked up at Jacob, who stood across from me, tightening the strap on his vest.
My voice dropped low, cold with purpose.
