“See, I knew you’d make the perfect addition to my team when you held that gun to the back of my head at the hotel.” He clicks his tongue and shakes his head.
“If only I’d pulled the trigger then,” I rage in his direction.
“Oh, if only.” A smile takes over his face before he opens his fucking mouth again. “I was just visiting Brielle in the other room. God, no wonder you’re so in love with her. She’s gorgeous.”
Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m on my feet and reaching for him through the bars, but the bastard takes a step back with his hands up.
“Leave her the fuck alone or I swear to God I’ll fucking end you.”
“Well, Emris. It seems like you aren’t in any position to kill me, now are you?” My hands grip the bars so strongly I’m surprised they don’t bend. “She’s going to be my star, you know. She’s what everyone will want. The perfect moneymaker.” He steps closer, just barely out of reach. “There are usually three girls I get to choose from. The three prettiest, and Brielle...” He lets out a low whistle before continuing. “She’s the prettiest of them all.”
When he’s barely in reach, my hand wraps around his throat and I pull him into the metal bars. He chokes as I squeeze harder, but before I can fucking strangle the life out of him, his two men hit my arm with something hard, though I don’t loosen my grip—at least not right away. After the third hit, I pull my arm back into the cell, and Peter almost falls to the ground as he coughs.
“You’re going to regret doing that, boy,” he spits in my direction. “Better yet, your little girlfriend is going to pay foryour mistakes.” Turning to the guards, he says, “Take care of him.”
“Don’t fucking touch her!” I yell, but he doesn’t say anything.
I watch as he leaves the room, leaving the door cracked as the two men enter my cell.
Their batons in hand and ready to deliver a beating.
I take blow after blow from them. It hurts, but I grit my teeth and take it, refusing to give them anything else.
45
BRIELLE
I’ve losttrack of time. Completely unsure of when I first got here and now. I haven’t seen Susie or Peter. Not even the guard who watched me shower. The only people I see are the ones who bring the food and water.
That’s it.
Some of the other women leave and come back hours later, shaking and sobbing. Sometimes bent over as they vomit on the floor. Others return with glassy eyes, barely able to stand, their words slurring as they mumble to themselves. At night the halls fill with screams and voices as they beg the guards for another hit.
No one comes to my cell and no one speaks to me.
My stomach sinks when the familiar sound of keys clanking sounds right outside my cell. I scramble back as far as I can go, trying to put as much distance between us as I can.
The guard towers over me, but I won’t go willingly. Not this time. The man wraps his hand around my arm and yanks me up from the floor, but I fight him every step of the way.
“Would you fucking stop—” he begins, but I kick out with my foot, making contact with whatever I can. A sharp pain hits my cheek, and my head swings to the side.
I openly glare at him, but I stop fighting. He drags me out of the cell and down the hall. I should be paying attention so I have a better chance at getting the hell out of here, but it’s hard when I’m terrified of what’s coming next.
When we get into the room, which is different from any room I’ve been in thus far, I see girls on cots lining the walls. Draped fabric separates each one, giving them an illusion of privacy as men take their turn with whatever girl they want.
I wrap my hands around my stomach, trying to keep everything down, but seeing everything going on here makes me sick. The women are so high that they have no idea what’s even happening to them, and the men don’t care if this is wrong or not, only using them for a warm hole.
Is this what’s going to happen to me?
My eyes land on Susie who’s standing near an empty cot at the end of the row, her hands on her hips.
The guard I arrived with drags me further into the room until I’m standing where Susie wants me. He shoves me forward and I fall onto the worn, dirty cot.
My head is still throbbing from when the man hit me with his gun.
The sound of skin slapping mixed with the grunts of nasty fucking men getting off solidifies my choice of not letting whatever is going to happen, happen.
I shoot up and make a run for the door. Susie starts yelling at the guards to grab me. I’m able to dodge one of them, but then an arm wraps around my waist and I cry out as he tightens his hold—but not before I manage to kick him as hard as I can in the dick.
