Three of them overlooked the entire space. I'm pretty sure the asshole I met earlier was their leader, Hector, and he kept his eyes glued to them in this god-forsaken dump.
Forget about dignity.
There would be none of that around this shithole. I took in the unsanitary surroundings. Two long counters lined the walls, each with a single sink attached to it. There were no mirrors anywhere, just cracked tiles and grout that had turned black from years of neglect.
The stench of mildew hung in the air. I almost gagged. This place could use some serious bleach. To my surprise, two other women stood in one of the stalls, flanked by their handlers. They were being sprayed down like animals.
The stream came from the faucet through a long hose; there was no shower head. The girls weren't screaming or crying. They were silent, considering the intense water pressure. Both of them looked defeated.
Their eyes were empty and devoid of life. Whatever they had been through undoubtedly traumatized them.
Knowing that Becca and I were next in line to be tormented and tortured made my body shake.
Julio's evil laugh pinged my ears.
"Let's go, Chica, get your ass in."
He unhooked my leash and pushed me into the cold stall. The floor was still wet and felt slimy under my feet. The feeling grossed me out.
Two seconds later, Juan removed Becca's chain and shoved her beside me. At least we had a showerhead. They wouldn't be hosing us down like a couple of zoo animals.
Julio threw two washcloths and a couple of small pieces of soap at us. There was barely enough to suds up with.
Could they spare it?
"Wash good,” he said. Looking directly at me. “Especially your ass and cunt."
He pinned his stare on Becca.
"We'll inspect the two of you when you're finished. Use the soap in place of shampoo. We ran out. You have ten minutes to finish, or else."
He turned to talk to Juan, ignoring us while we washed at record speed. We only wet our heads because there wasn't enough soap to lather our hair with. I glanced at my friend. She looked like a pitiful mess.
Her face was red from crying, and there was a slight bruise on her cheek where Juan backhanded her.
"Beck, are you okay?" I whispered, hoping they wouldn't hear me over the running water.
She nodded, whispering back.
"I am okay, but I warned you about Atlas. I told you he was bad news. Do you believe me now, Kit?"
There was no concrete proof that this had happened because of my ties to him. I shrugged my shoulders and whispered for her ears only.
"It might have been Beck, but we were at the club last night, and it's anyone's guess what type of people we ran into. Both of us were smashed out of our minds."
Before she could respond, Juan's big mouth echoed through the room. "That's it, whores. Time's up. Out!"
A wicked grin spread across his face as he threw two small towels at us. "Dry off, then both of you will sit on the sink's edge and open your legs for inspection."
Beck gasped while I took in a deep breath, blushing. My best friend was going to be sitting right next to me while these slimeballs stared at our intimate parts. The other young women, dressed in thin robes, were being ushered out as we were getting ready to be degraded by these two perverts.
Neither of the girls looked our way, but I knew they were petrified by their body language.
Both Beck and I did as we were told. We stood in front of the dirty wash station, waiting to be humiliated again.
Before either of us could jump onto the edge, the dog chains were reattached to our collars, then our trainers lifted us and sat our asses onto the middle of the long sink. Beck was about six inches away from me. The men smirked, making me want to spit in their faces.
"Pull your legs up, both of you!" Julio barked.
