He threw the bowls of stew down in front of us. My stomach was growling. I hadn't realized it'd been hours since we had eaten anything. It smelled delicious. Because Hector nearly starved me to death for almost four weeks, I had a horrible attachment to food.
I was always afraid it would be taken from me. He grabbed a couple of rolls from the tray and tossed them at us like we were a couple of cows at the feeding trough.
One landed in front of Becca, and the other in front of me. Neither of us dared touch it. This creep would look for any excuse to beat us, so we just sat quietly, not moving an inch.
His gaze swept over us in a slow, deliberate drag, lingering in places that made my skin crawl. He licked his lips, smiling.
"Naked as the day you were born. I guess you're finally getting used to the uniform we require here in the mansion."
Becca stared straight ahead, trying not to give him anything to feed on. After all, this was the monster who had slashed and beat her for the last two weeks. She hid her emotions well. I wasn't as good at hiding mine.
He leaned in, his face level with ours. His breath was hot and smelled like shit. His voice was low, making the hairs on my neck rise. The man was totally gross.
"You know, I can see why Hector keeps you two around. Pretty little whores like yourselves fetch a high price, and breeding the two of you will bring in almost triple the amount with the right buyers." He smiled cruelly. "But you know what the fun part is? Breaking you first."
He reached out a large hand and caressed Becca's cheek. "Isn't that right, red?" She flinched, but said nothing.
His eyes turned black; his voice icy.
"Stand up and turn around, bitch."
Tears gathered in her eyes, but she didn't shed a single one. She did as she was told, turning her back to him.
"Now bend over the chair and spread those legs for me."
Becca cried, a low moan escaping her lips. I was getting fucking pissed off at this dirty cocksucker. My friend bent over the chair, spreading her thighs. Her whole bottom was exposed, and the evil asshole was licking his lips, panting.
He looked at me and smirked.
"Before my brother decided to keep her for other duties, I was going to be fucking both ends for two weeks. Instead, he sent Layla in her place. Layla's old news. We've all been fucking her pussy and back hole for years. I was hoping to get some fresh cunt tossed my way, but that won't happen now." He looked at the cameras, slapped Becca on her ass, then ordered her to sit. She immediately did as she was told.
Juan laughed…a sharp, ugly sound…and reached for our rolls on the table, tossing them at us. Mine hit my shoulder and dropped into my lap. Becca's landed on the side of her bowl of stew.
"Eat up," he said. "Got to keep both of you whores strong. Can't have you passing out before the real entertainment starts on Wednesday, now can we? You will need all your strength for the many men who are going to fuck every opening in your bodies."
When neither of us moved, his smile slipped into something more evil.
'What's the matter? Too good to eat what I bring you? You think Hector's gonna feed you better when he's done using you both and playing house?"
His laugh came again, sharper this time.
He looked at us as if we were nothing but two insects.
"Enjoy these wonderful dishes while they last, putas. Eventually, you will end up in one of the other buildings with the other girls, and life over there isn't anything like the luxury here." He turned toward the door, still laughing, the sound trailing off as he left. The click of the lock felt like a coffin lid being sealed shut. Suddenly I felt like I couldn't catch my breath. I inhaled a few times trying to calm myself down.
I was so worried about Becca losing her mind that I hardly realized I was slowly losing mine.
My own mental state was splintering at the seams.
Once I regained my composure, I nodded at Becca.
"Let's eat. He had one good point. We need to stay as strong and healthy as possible in this sucky situation."
Becca's hand shook as she scooped a spoonful of stew into her mouth. As usual, I was starving and thankful not to be on my bland diet anymore, so I shoved the food in like it was my last meal because it could be.
It was dinnertime, and he wasn't back yet. Believe me, I didn't miss the cocksucker, and hoped he never came back. I thought about that again, and realized if he dies, then his brothers take over, and I would rather deal with Hector's depravity than Juan's. We'd both be pulverized to death under that sadist's thumb. No thanks. I think I'll pass.
It was 9PM and Hector still wasn't back. We weren't sure what to do, so we grabbed the opportunity to take separate showers. I used the one in Hector's room, and Becca took hers in the guest bathroom. There was no need to rush.
