That must have been when Atlas came and got me.
I left my handbag behind.
Becca grabbed it before she left the club.
"They went to your house the next day, only for you, but your friend was there too. That's when they filled the two syringes with drugs and stuck you both. They always carry that stuff with them because it's their job to bring in new girls every week. Hector was thrilled they had taken both of you. More money in his pocket."
My boyfriend was right.
The clubs were swarming with traffickers.
Even though I was stuck in a nightmare I couldn't wake up from, I was relieved this had nothing to do with Atlas, like Becca had insinuated.
The sound of the water shutting off made Layla jump.
Her voice trembled in my ear.
"I just want to apologize for what's coming next. I have to get you off, because if I don't; he will hurt me—badly."
She swallowed hard.
"I couldn't wait to get out of my house, away from my abusive father when I was eighteen, and I ended up here. Hector is a very violent man. He has no conscience. I've been with him for four years, and right now, I am his favorite, believe it or not. I want to remain that way, even though he treats me like shit. If I fall out of favor, things will get worse for me and…."
She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to.
Four years of brutality?
Fuck that!
Her hands were unsteady against my bare hip.
"He's killed some of the women here, so please be careful how you handle him."
Before I could respond, the bathroom door crept open.
Layla went dead silent.
Hector entered completely naked. His cock swung obscenely with each step as he walked past the cage. I averted my gaze, looking past him.
My eyes didn't want to see any part of that evil man, but I was at the bottom of the food chain.
I didn't get a choice.
He turned toward us, tangled together like a pair of pretzels on the dog mat we slept on.
His smile dripped with malice.
"Well, look who's awake. It's green eyes."
He crouched beside the cage, his saggy balls swinging while he spoke to us as if this was just another casual conversation at the dinner table.
"I believe I promised you an orgasm, princess. Let's get to it. Both of you, on the bed. Green eyes—legs wide. Layla, you're on all fours with your face buried in her pussy. You can go down on her as she is. My new product doesn't get to clean up until you are finished. Enjoy her natural scent and taste."
His grin stretched as he started stroking himself.
"While you're busy with her, I will be buried in your ass, and if she doesn't cum, you will regret it. Got it?"
Layla nodded quickly, her face pale with dread.
