Baldy is about to unlock my cage when Katerina strolls over and eyes No Name up and down.
She shakes her head. “I’ll never understand the use of children as sexual objects. Completely twisted.” She unlocks the cage herself and steps aside for Baldy to shove him in before locking it back up. “If Murphy hasn’t transferred him by the end of the week, move him back to the storage room.”
“It’s still full.” He pushes No Name’s clothes through the bars then nods toward the kid on the table, Griffin. “We’ve got his spot open but there’s already a new arrival scheduled to fill his crate.”
“Figure it out.” She gazes at Griffin, the wheels in her mind spinning. “I have an idea for this one. It will take a few days, though, then another week of prepping him for sales. I can’t have distractions.”
Baldy quirks a brow, then he nods and exits the room.
When Katerina heads back to taunt Griffin some more, I turn my attention to the buck-naked kid before me.
“Shit.” I shake my head. “Didn’t really think this one through, huh?” It’s a sick attempt at making his smirks come back, but now that he’s leaving, I realize it’s going to suck without them.
His glare shifts to me, but after a second, his lips tilt up. “You underestimate me,” he says under his breath.
My brows crash together. I match his quiet tone when I ask, “What’d you do?”
He nods toward the door Baldy just walked out of. “Remember his keys?”
I squint, scanning his body for something I missed. Even if he did manage to swipe them, where in the hell would he have stored them? “Yeah ...”
He licks his lips, rubbing his stomach. “Best breakfast I’ve had all year.”
“You are a crazy son of a bitch.”
He smirks. “Fuck right I am. The crazy son of a bitch who’s getting us out of here.” He pulls his dirty jeans over his hips, then slumps down on the cold floor beside me. “You meant what you said about all the shit you wanna do to them, right? To these fuckers in charge?”
I rest my head back against the wall and picture it, letting two years of fucked up desires flood me. The way it eats through my skin and burrows beneath my bones grips me more like a compulsion than a desire.
After a second, I nod. “I don’t think I have a choice.”And I don’t think I want one either.
“Good.” He spits on the floor then wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, his eyes going black. “You and me. We’re in this together, right?”
I slide my eyes to him. The only kid I’ve met who might be more fucked up than me. The rattling chains pull my attention back to the teen strapped to the table. Griffin’s eyes are just as black as No Name’s while he continues to struggle.
Hmm, so maybe not the only one.
“Yeah,” I mutter. “Together, man.”
