My stomach felt sick, and I couldn't eat another bite of anything. Luckily, almost all of it was gone. Hector wouldn't think twice about withholding meals from me again if I wasted too much of his food.
Becca was gazing at the floor once more. We both knew what those buildings entailed. Layla had explained a little to us when we were bandaging her up.
We were totally oblivious of what went on behind those closed doors until she told us last-night.
Layla said she would rather have dealt with what goes on there, then with Juan. After witnessing his brutality toward her, I can understand why. Those torture houses were the reason she wanted to stay in Hector's good favor. He wouldn't send her there if she kept him busy here.
"Up, both of you." He snapped.
We immediately stood from our chairs. "Go stand in the living room. I have something coming for you."
We scurried into the parlor like two scared mice.
There was a rap at the door, and one of the guards walked in holding two outfits in his hand. Hectorsnatched them from him, and the guard left. He threw the clothes at us.
"Put these on. You'll be wearing these types of garments from now on. You have ten minutes."
We both bent over and picked the clothes up from the floor. The garments looked like costumes from the Roman days. Mine was white, and Becca's was blue. They were little one-piece rompers with spaghetti straps that went over our shoulders. Both came to the knee, and there were belts for our waists. We even had open-toed black sandals made of leather strips that tied around our feet and ankles and skimpy thongs to wear underneath. I guess it was better than being in the buff every single minute of every day.
We put the outfits on quickly. It felt funny to feel fabric against my skin again. We have literally been nude since the day we were brought into this fucked up situation. Hector circled us, admiring the costumes.
"Very nice. Perfect fit too." He said excitedly.
"My guests will love seeing you in these outfits. I always dress my products the same."
He stood behind me, bringing his lips to my ear.
"Well, green eyes. As promised, I am going to sample you before any of the other men do."
My body stiffened, and a lump formed in my throat. I loathed the creep with everything I had. He went to the door and opened it, inviting the guard in. The man stepped into the room, waiting for instructions. Hector pointed to Becca. "Take her to house B. She won't take part;she is just a spectator."
He looked at me and smirked.
"We will join you when I am finished with this one."
The man nodded and escorted a trembling Becca from the room. Now it was just me and the devil himself, alone in his apartment. I swallowed the knot in my throat and balled my fists at my sides.
Hector started to remove his pants, never taking his eyes off mine. I felt like I was going to puke right then and there. I was not interested in having this man's dick anywhere near my body. Before he could get his slacks off, there was a knock at the door. He started cursing under his breath. He marched angrily to the door and yanked it open.
"Wha—oh, it's you. Come in."
The man stepped into the room. His eyes locked with mine, and we both almost went into shock.
"What the fuck are you doing here? How do you know my uncle?"
I almost fell over.
Hector looked at me, surprised.
I tried to hide the fear I felt. I was so fucked right now.
"You know her?" He asked, shocked that anyone would recognize me out here in east butt-fuck.
"Hell yeah, I know her. What is she doing here?"
Hector smiled, patting him on the shoulder.
"The reason I brought you here is to teach you the family business. Your mother does not know what Juan, mine and Julio's line of work consists of. Your grandfatherforbade it, so we sent her to live in America, far from this place. She was never to be told about what goes on. Once you learn, you will also keep quiet. Her bills are paid, and I have taken care of you since you were born."
