Chapter 14
Trafficked
Kitlyn
I woke to the sunlight streaming through Hector's room. A cruel reminder that life goes on even if you exist in a living hell. A thin arm draped over my bare hip, and the soft rhythmic sound of breathing tickled my ears. I glanced over at the bed. Hector and Becca were gone.
A feminine whisper brushed against my ear, so quiet I could barely hear it.
"Good morning, Kitlyn. Don't be afraid. Hector is in the shower, and Becca was taken to the training room."
My entire body went rigid at the sound of my name.
How the hell does she know who I am?
I twisted my head and looked at Layla.
She was still naked, curled beside me in the oversized cage. I hadn't realized how spacious it was until now.
Somehow, we both fit.
My voice came out in a breathy whisper.
"How do you know my name?"
Hector never addressed me by anything other than princess or green eyes, so I assumed he had no clue who I was.
"I heard Hector talking to his brothers about you."
She shifted slightly, glancing toward the bathroom.
Her voice was barely audible.
"We have to keep it down so he can't hear us on the cameras.
His brothers are the ones who kidnapped you.
Hector has a half-sister through his father and a nephew who lives in America.
He travels out there once in a while to visit them, but Juan and Julio frequently hit the clubs in the States, scouting for fresh meat.
They stay with their sibling while they're there.
I don't think she or his nephew knows what the brothers do for a living, but I know Hector dotes on the boy.
The only thing I'm aware of is that the kid is older and idolizes his uncle.
Supposedly, Hector had his sister's husband killed because he used to cheat and smacked her around a few times.
He pays all of his sister's bills, and the guys use her place to crash. That's all I know."
Imagine that? He had her husband killed because he belted his sister around. What a fucking hypocrite.
She paused for a minute, listening.
The water was still running.
Layla leaned in closer, her breath brushing against my ear.
"I overheard Hector talking to his brother on his cell last month.
Juan told him he had stolen your wallet from your handbag that night you and Becca were drunk at the club.
He emptied the bullets from your gun, too.
You were the target, not Becca, but the guys were getting shit-faced and the crowd made it too risky for them to grab you. "
So it was those two motherfuckers who kidnapped us!
I never even checked my bag, so I knew nothing about the missing wallet or the empty chamber in my gun.
I had to strain to hear as she continued.
"They don't like to take multiple girls at a time unless they have a couple of the guards with them."
Layla kept her voice low and steady, even as her eyes repeatedly darted toward the bathroom. "They lost sight of you that night. They told Hector that you vanished into thin air. That's when they decided to swipe your info instead."
That must have been when Atlas came and got me.
I left my handbag behind.
Becca grabbed it before she left the club.
"They went to your house the next day, only for you, but your friend was there too.
That's when they filled the two syringes with drugs and stuck you both.
They always carry that stuff with them because it's their job to bring in new girls every week.
Hector was thrilled they had taken both of you. More money in his pocket."
My boyfriend was right.
The clubs were swarming with traffickers.
Even though I was stuck in a nightmare I couldn't wake up from, I was relieved this had nothing to do with Atlas, like Becca had insinuated.
The sound of the water shutting off made Layla jump.
Her voice trembled in my ear.
"I just want to apologize for what's coming next. I have to get you off, because if I don't; he will hurt me—badly."
She swallowed hard.
"I couldn't wait to get out of my house, away from my abusive father when I was eighteen, and I ended up here.
Hector is a very violent man. He has no conscience.
I've been with him for four years, and right now, I am his favorite, believe it or not.
I want to remain that way, even though he treats me like shit.
If I fall out of favor, things will get worse for me and… ."
She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to.
Four years of brutality?
Fuck that!
Her hands were unsteady against my bare hip.
"He's killed some of the women here, so please be careful how you handle him."
Before I could respond, the bathroom door crept open.
Layla went dead silent.
Hector entered completely naked. His cock swung obscenely with each step as he walked past the cage. I averted my gaze, looking past him.
My eyes didn't want to see any part of that evil man, but I was at the bottom of the food chain.
I didn't get a choice.
He turned toward us, tangled together like a pair of pretzels on the dog mat we slept on.
His smile dripped with malice.
"Well, look who's awake. It's green eyes."
He crouched beside the cage, his saggy balls swinging while he spoke to us as if this was just another casual conversation at the dinner table.
"I believe I promised you an orgasm, princess.
Let's get to it. Both of you, on the bed.
Green eyes—legs wide. Layla, you're on all fours with your face buried in her pussy.
You can go down on her as she is. My new product doesn't get to clean up until you are finished. Enjoy her natural scent and taste."
His grin stretched as he started stroking himself.
"While you're busy with her, I will be buried in your ass, and if she doesn't cum, you will regret it. Got it?"
Layla nodded quickly, her face pale with dread.
We climbed onto the bed in silence. I lay on my back and spread my thighs. Layla moved between my legs on all fours, visibly shaking.
Hector stepped behind her, slicking himself with lube, then slapped the slippery stuff between her cheeks.
My stomach churned with acid as he spoke again.
"Spread your pussy lips, green eyes. I want her to have full access to your pretty cunt."
I hadn't showered since yesterday. I felt embarrassed.
Even though it shouldn't matter because of the predicament we are all in, I always took great pride in my appearance and hygiene.
I obeyed, pulling my lips open, exposing my clit.
After what Layla shared with me, I prayed she could complete the task so he wouldn't destroy her.
She whimpered the second he shoved into her.
No warning, no pause to adjust. Just brutal force.
He pushed her face into my sex, his voice deep and cruel. "Fucking enjoy!!! You better make her scream, or else, bitch."
She cried out against my skin as he shoved her face in deeper. I felt her warm tongue slide across my flesh, unrelenting and precise. Her head moved in sync with Hector's thrusts, but she never slipped.
I assumed she was used to this hell. I closed my eyes and tried to let the sensations take over.
Her tongue worked over the throbbing nub between my legs, sucking, nibbling, flicking; until I felt like I was floating.
I forced myself to drown out Hector's grunts and the wet slap of skin against skin as he pounded her from behind.
He was a ruthless monster.
I drifted off, imagining it was Atlas between my thighs. That it was his tongue gliding over my clit, giving me pleasure, not hers. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold on to the fantasy. It just wasn't him, so I surrendered to reality.
A woman was going down on me while being brutalized by a sick psychopath, and I had no other choice but to accept my current predicament. I had to relax and deal with it. I took a deep breath and allowed myself to float, and float I did.
My breathing grew heavier. My heart thudded in my chest; butterflies fluttered in my stomach. No longer feeling self-conscious about my lack of cleanliness, I began to grind against her mouth as she sucked and nibbled my clit.
I chased the orgasm shamelessly. Two slim fingers slid inside me, curling with just enough pressure to make my hips jerk.
The climax built deep and fast, tightening in my core until I couldn't hold back.
I grabbed her head, needing more. Wanting it.
I slammed my hips into her mouth. I couldn't help myself.
It felt good—too good. The rest of my world was agony, but this? This moment was pure pleasure.
Hector made all our lives a living hell, but he couldn't take this from me. My eyes rolled back as I shoved my lower half against her lips. Her tongue flicked the little knot between my thighs until I saw stars. I screamed as my back arched and my hips lifted from the bed.
She clung to me, her grip desperate, riding out the tremors as I splintered into a thousand pieces. I tried to push her away, feeling overwhelmed, but Hector's voice cut through the fog like a sharp knife, bringing me back to reality.
"No! Keep going," he ordered as he pumped into her bottom, his breath ragged and heavy.
Another slap cracked through the room, followed by Layla's loud gasp. "Do it, bitch. Eat that fucking cunt like it's the best meal you ever had."
Layla dove back in, slurping and lapping relentlessly against my oversensitive flesh. The pleasure twisted into something sharp. Unbearable. I wasn't sure I could cum again, but then her mouth closed around my clit, sucking and tugging, until my body heated once more.
I let go, trembling, my breath catching in my throat as I came a second time. My vision blurred at the intensity of the orgasm, sucking the oxygen from my lungs. I was panting, trying to catch my breath. It was too much.
"Oh God, no more!!!!"
I yelled, trying to squirm away.
Hector was still thrusting into her backside, grunting like the filthy pig he was.
"Again!" he growled.
Tears spilled down my cheeks.