"Please Becca. I am begging you. Don't do anything stupid. I'll try to talk to Hector—get him to keep you away from those assholes. We'll come up with a plan. There has to be a way to stop him from selling you. You're all I've got, and even if I die trying, I will do my best to keep you here with me. I know we will be rescued. Please trust me."
She stared at me unblinking, but her expression was hard.
My voice was still a low whisper.
"Just two weeks ago you told me to shut up and behave," I pressed on. "You brought up the punishment andreward system. I listened and followed your advice. Now you're giving up? You can't. I need you with me. I can't do this without you." Her lip curled, but her eyes welled up again.
"That was before the trainings turned into straight-up torture. There's no reward anymore. What? A piece of bread and some fucking chicken? There is nothing but more pain with no escape. No end."
She hadn't gone through the experience of having food withheld from her, but I understood where she was coming from, so I left it alone.
I was more concerned about her knocking on heaven's door than about her fucking comment.
She started crying; her tears trickling down the drain.
"I'm tired, Kit. My body is broken. There's nothing left inside. I am sorry. If I get the chance, I'll take it. Now I don't want to talk about it anymore."
Before I could respond, Hector's voice roared from the other room. "Let's fucking go! I have an emergency to take care of. Get your asses out here now!"
Becca shut off the water and stepped out without looking at me again. She dried off and walked to the kitchen, where Hector waited. My friend was serious, and I had to figure out a way to keep her away from Juan and Julio so she didn't sink deeper into the darkness.
The monster's voice pricked my ears again.
"Green eyes. I'm going to kick your ass if you aren't standing in front of me in two minutes!"
I worked frantically, drying myself off as quickly as possible, trying to come up with a plan to keep Becca away from the other two assholes.
Hector was already pissed off by the time I stood in front of him. “What the fuck took you so long?” he snapped.
I wiped my forehead, faking a flush of illness.
“Sorry... I’m not feeling well.”
His eyes raked over me. He rubbed his chin.
“What the fuck’s the matter with you?”
I pressed my fingers to my temples and frowned.
"I feel dizzy and my stomach’s upset.”
He groaned, scratching his head in frustration.
“Great. I’ve got serious shit to deal with, and now you’re fucking sick?” He stepped closer, lips grazing my ear.
“I’ve got things to handle, so I’m leaving you two here while I’m gone for a bit.”
He turned to Becca, standing naked with her eyes glued to the floor. He snapped his fingers.
“Look at me,” he barked. Becca lifted her head slowly.
Her face was unreadable, but her gaze held him.
He smiled as he rubbed my shoulder.
“Look, green eyes. I never noticed before, but cry baby's eyes are a nice icy blue. You know how many people would drop hundreds of thousands for babies with green or blue eyes?”
This motherfucker is out of hismind.
