Thanks, kid.
As soon as I hit send, the bell rang.
Jacob's here.
I grabbed everything and met him at the door, handing him half the shit I was carrying. Not a word passed between us as we headed to my Ford pickup.
Nothing needed to be said. We knew what the assignment was. It's time to hunt down the men holding my precious cargo.
Chapter 2
Trafficked
Kitlyn
Two icy hands slapped my face, pulling me from the blackness. Once my eyes focused, I realized I was still in the shitty, cold prison cell where I passed out.
It took me a couple of minutes to get my bearings. I lay sprawled out on the hard concrete, completely naked, next to a small puddle of bile that came up from my stomach. I was shivering, and my nerves were lit up. Two large hands lifted me upright. My ears rang slightly as I took in my surroundings. I had hoped that all of this was just a nightmare, but it wasn’t, and unfortunately, my friend and I were the main characters in this shitshow.
Becca was still on her knees, her hair wrapped in her handler's fist as he continued to pump into her mouth.
The proximity between me and them made it difficult not to watch the vile assault taking place before my eyes.
My handler nuzzled my neck, then pressed his lips to my ear. "It's so nice of you to join us again," he said, pointing to the contents of my stomach on the floor.
“I ought to make you lick that shit up.”
He laughed, rubbing his hips against my bare ass.
“You’re just lucky I’m not that rotten.”
His breath was hot and smelled of old, stale tobacco. I wanted to barf again. The guy was disgusting. His voice was deep and gruff as he ordered me to kneel. With shaky legs, I did as I was told, thankful he didn't make me eat my own vomit. I would have chosen a severe beating over something as gross as that.
The other one was panting while he continued brutalizing Becca. She was struggling to suck in oxygen as the pig repeatedly hit the back of her throat. I watched him clench his cheeks, then I looked away. I didn't want to witness his climax. He repulsed me.
His breathing was heavy, and he was grunting like a filthy savage. His voice made my skin crawl.
"Oh, that's a fucking good whore. I'm going to blow my load down your fucking throat."
Becca’s gurgling echoed in my ears as the monster continued violating her. Guilt gnawed at my insides. I felt as though I had put her in this hell. If I could have buried myself beneath a mountain of rock and disappeared, I would have.
My trainer pulled the chain, yanking my head back. He positioned my neck towards Becca and her abuser.
"Keep your eyes on them, Chica. I didn't say you could look away. I want you to see what a magnificent cocksucker your little friend is."
I was sick to my stomach all over again. Despite wanting no part of it, I couldn't turn away from the nightmare before me. My neck was immobilized by the leash wrapped tightly around the asshole's wrist.
These men didn't play games, and they certainly weren't obsessed with me like Atlas was, so I didn't dare push my luck. I knew when to keep quiet. My eyes were glued to the vulgar scene in front of me.
I was afraid to close them, fearful my bottom would be whipped bloody for not obeying. The other scumbag thrust into my friend's mouth one last time. A loud hiss escaped his lips.
"Ah, that's it, you dirty little slut. Make sure you swallow every bit. Don't spill a drop. If you do, I will bend you over and blister your ass."
I shuddered at his words. My mind tried to focus on the wall behind them, hoping to block out the entire act, but it was useless. I was forced to endure it.
My trainer gripped the leash tighter, making any movement impossible. Becca had tears running down her cheeks, but kept silent.
Her fists clenched at her sides as I watched her struggle to swallow the last of his nasty release.
