My face was hot with embarrassment, but I kept my mouth shut for fear of being gang raped by a bunch of scumbags.
He kneeled between my legs, bringing his face close to my sex. I could feel his breath on my folds as he inhaled and exhaled deeply.
I hope I smell like toe cheese! You fucking bastard.
He lifted his head and looked at me with a wicked smirk across his evil face, making my stomach turn.
"You were recently fucked, weren't you?"
Shit! This fucker could smell Atlas on me from earlier, and I took a pretty long shower.
Embarrassed as I was, I couldn't lie to him. If I did, he would do something terrible to me. I know Atlas would never kill me, but I knew this man wouldn't think twice about taking my life, so I nodded without saying a word. He stood up and fixed his crotch. I could see the bulge in his pants. He darted his tongue out at me, smiling.
Another fucking pig.
He spoke to the cameras along the ceiling.
"I need two trainers to get these girls showered and cleaned up." An evil grin spread across his creepy face.
I already hated this man, but I wouldn't push my luck like I did with Atlas. No way!
He pointed at me, smirking, still speaking to the cameras.
"I will sample this one, so take care when you get her ready. If she gives you a problem, feel free to whip her, but don't leave any lasting marks. She will fetch a good price when I sell her."
My head swam, and I broke out in a cold sweat.
I knew it! A trafficker took us!
I felt sick to my stomach.
We have trainers.
God have mercy on us because I know what that means. We were in for a trip through hell. He looked over at Becca.
"That one needs to be woken up. She has been out long enough. When you deliver them to me, I want them naked." He glared at me coldly as he bent down and picked my clothes up from the floor. He rubbed the crotch of my thong under his nose, sniffing deeply.
Fucking gross!
I was horrified, which didn't go unnoticed by him.
He grinned in my direction, then abruptly turned and exited the cell. I sat up as soon as he was gone, not too happy about being left naked in this cold, dirty prison.
I was relieved he was out of my sight, but I knew two others would come shortly to take Becca and me to who knows where. Once they finished cleaning us up, the creepy man would receive us like two unwrapped birthday presents.
I walked over to Beck and sat next to her on the mattress. I reached over and slapped the hell out of her face.
I wanted to wake her before the others came and did the deed themselves. I wasn't sure how they would treat her. After about ten hard smacks, she came around.
Thank God!
Like me, it took her a few minutes to shake the clouds from her head. She looked at me, confusion written all over her face. Poor Becca has no idea what we're in for.
"What the fuck happened, Kit? Where the hell are we? Why are you sitting here naked?"
I kept my voice calm. I didn't want to freak her out. Even though I had already been through something similar, I wasn't sure if I could survive the real brutality that lay ahead of us. I know how traffickers work, and they aren’t nice men.
"I don't know where we are, Beck."
