“Hey, Chica.” He laughed cruelly.
“I want to hear you bark like a dog for me. Let's see if you have what it takes to please some of the men who are going to fuck you and make you pant and howl while they have their cocks buried up your ass or in that pretty little pussy."
I felt sick to my stomach.
If I thought what Atlas put me through was tough, then I didn't have a chance with these evil people. I wasn't sure if I had what it took to get through this hell.
My pride wanted me to scream at him to go fuck himself, but I thought better and didn't mouth off. He would hurt me badly if I didn’t obey. I shuddered in revolt. I felt a hard whack across my ass, and I shrieked. This man was not playing. My bottom was on fire from one strike. I guess Atlas told me the truth about holding back while he spanked me because his slaps didn’t hurt nearly as much.
A deep voice interrupted my thoughts.
“I said bark like a dog for me, Chica. If you don’t, I am going to whip your ass bloody.”
My cheeks burned with humiliation. I took a deep breath and did as I was told.
“Ruff.”
His laugh was evil and sinister. I felt my body tremble and break out in a cold sweat. I was horrified.
“Not good enough, Chica. I want you to bark five times for me. The boss said we can’t touch you sexually, but we have permission to whip you if you don't do what you’re told. So, let’s hear it. Entertain us, Chica.”
I felt the tears streak down my cheeks. My best friend was right next to me, and she was going to watch me bark like a fucking dog. I felt so ashamed, but I didn’t want to die, so I swallowed my pride.
“Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff.”
Although mortified, I had no choice but to do as he said.
His evil laugh echoed throughout the cell.
"Welcome to the biggest human trafficking ring in the world, pretty girl. We are going to have some fun training the both of you."
I felt my throat close.
My anxiety was kicking into high gear. We were so fucked.
I felt embarrassed, terrified,and nauseous.
What are they going to do with us?
I thought Atlas was a cruel bastard. He didn’t come close to these two assholes. I didn’t feel sorry for myself for too long when I heard Becca scream, and a loud slap followed. I couldn't see anything because I was on my hands and knees, facing away from her.
I stole a quick glance behind me. She was cradling her cheek and sobbing. Her handler was more abrasive than mine. He grabbed her by the hair and made her kneel on the cold floor. He yanked her head back hard, fastened the collar around her neck, and threw the leash on the floor.
Becca was still sobbing while rubbingher cheek.
The man picked up the leash and wrapped it around his hand tightly, pulling her head to his crotch. He held her firm with one hand while he unzipped his jeans with his other.
Oh, my God. No!
Her eyes locked on mine. I nodded slightly, telling her to obey, then looked away because I couldn't watch what was about to happen. The man's voice was deep, dark, and cruel. His accent wasn’t as thick as my trainer’s.
"We can't touch your whore friend over there, but because I am your trainer, I have permission to do what I want with you, so I've decided you're going to suck my dick, slut."
I heard her cry louder, and another slap landed on her cheek. "Shut the fuck up and open your goddamn mouth. You better keep your teeth out of the way because if you scrape my cock or try to bite me, I will whip your ass to shreds, then I'll piss in your face, so suck my dick real good. I want to cum down your throat, whore.”
I turned slightly to the left to see if Becca was okay. She looked shocked, but tried her best to stop the tears.
I’m so sorry for getting you involved with this, Beck.
