Chapter 16
Trafficked
Kitlyn
The place was quiet and peaceful without Hector. So quiet, it magnified the refrigerator's hum. We sat on the floor beside the bed, naked, with our knees drawn in for comfort. It was warm in the apartment, even with the slight breeze coming in from the open veranda.
We didn't dare sit on any of the furniture for fear of leaving stains on them. Hector would no doubt whip our asses if there were any pussy snot, as he called it, left behind. He was such a vile, disgusting man.
He left us hours ago with his guards standing outside the door. We weren't sure what to do after we cleaned the place up, so we just sat like two sitting ducks waiting for his return.
The air still smelled like Hector's cologne, and I hated that it lingered here, reminding me of the nightmare we were living. Becca's arms were wrapped tightly around herself, her gaze fixed on some invisible spot on the wall.
Her lips were pale, her eyes still dull in a way that made my chest ache. She's been through hell with Juan and Julio and their fucking sadistic, brutal trainings. I leaned closer, keeping my voice low enough that even the walls would have trouble hearing me.
"He will not sell you, Beck. You heard him. He wants to breed us instead. I don’t think he will change his mind."
Only she and I knew he would get nowhere trying to get us pregnant. I'm actually thankful to Atlas for putting the implant in my arm. Her head turned just enough to meet my eyes, suspicion shadowing the icy blue in them.
"I'm serious," I whispered. "Hector is too damn money hungry. He wants to make as much on us as he can, and he thinks breeding is the way to go, and honestly, that is better than the alternative, Beck."
Her mouth twitched like she wanted to smile, but it didn't quite make it. "That's supposed to make me feel better, Kit?"
"It's supposed to remind you we have been through every challenge in our life together." I whispered.
Reaching out, I touched her hand. Her skin was cold.
Her voice dropped, trembling.
"Yes, but nothing we've been through has been worse than this fucking nightmare from hell."
I didn't answer right away. I thought about the nights when we were kids, the screaming in my house. The smell of whiskey and the empty, scattered pill bottles all over the place. The times when Beck showed up without knocking, slipping inside like my guardian angel in pajamas.
"Remember when I called you that one night?" I said quietly so the cameras couldn't pick up the sound. "My father had just died, and my mother was wasted out of her mind. Her perverted boyfriend was pounding on my bedroom door, and I didn't know what he was going to do."
"You were crying so hard you couldn't breathe."
I smiled. "And you came over on your bike in the middle of the night. It was one of the coldest months of winter. It was freezing outside, but you still pedaled to my house. You didn't even have on a proper winter coat. It was a type of lightweight windbreaker."
Beck shrugged.
"You needed me. You were my best friend, and still are."
The corner of my mouth lifted, but my throat was tight.
"And you're mine, which means I'm not letting Hector, or anyone, decide your fate."
I moved closer, whispering lower into her ear.
"I faked being ill, and he left you with me.
It worked, and I will do everything in my power to make sure we are not separated.
Even if he fucks us, Becca, at least we will be together and neither of us can get pregnant.
I'd rather be used for breeding along with you than have him send you to some man who wants to cut you up.
The severe beatings and torture will stop because you'll be here, not with some twisted fuck who likes to slash women. Trust me on this."
She let out a shaky breath and leaned against me, our bare shoulders pressed together. Skin to skin. Not in the perverted way Hector would want us, but in a way only we understood. Two girls clinging to the last safe thing we had—each other.
"I believe you," she whispered.
We just sat with our own thoughts. The silence between us was fragile, like glass. The world we now lived in was cruel and evil.
One wrong move and it would all shatter.
We stayed close, our shoulders touching…waiting.
Waiting for Hector.
Waiting for whatever came next.
Waiting for the door to open.
The knock didn't come. The door swung wide, and Juan walked in as if he owned the air in the room.
An evil grin spread across his greasy face, a food tray balanced in one hand. "You two whores, go sit at the table. Your supper's here. There's no cook today, and we wouldn't want to starve my brother's two little pets, would we?"
We scrambled to our feet and ran to the kitchen, taking our regular seats. Becca kept her eyes fixed on the floor, shaking at the sight of one of her tormentors.
He threw the bowls of stew down in front of us. My stomach was growling. I hadn't realized it'd been hours since we had eaten anything. It smelled delicious. Because Hector nearly starved me to death for almost four weeks, I had a horrible attachment to food.
I was always afraid it would be taken from me. He grabbed a couple of rolls from the tray and tossed them at us like we were a couple of cows at the feeding trough.
One landed in front of Becca, and the other in front of me. Neither of us dared touch it. This creep would look for any excuse to beat us, so we just sat quietly, not moving an inch.
His gaze swept over us in a slow, deliberate drag, lingering in places that made my skin crawl. He licked his lips, smiling.
"Naked as the day you were born. I guess you're finally getting used to the uniform we require here in the mansion."
Becca stared straight ahead, trying not to give him anything to feed on. After all, this was the monster who had slashed and beat her for the last two weeks. She hid her emotions well. I wasn't as good at hiding mine.
He leaned in, his face level with ours. His breath was hot and smelled like shit. His voice was low, making the hairs on my neck rise. The man was totally gross.
"You know, I can see why Hector keeps you two around. Pretty little whores like yourselves fetch a high price, and breeding the two of you will bring in almost triple the amount with the right buyers." He smiled cruelly. "But you know what the fun part is? Breaking you first."
He reached out a large hand and caressed Becca's cheek. "Isn't that right, red?" She flinched, but said nothing.
His eyes turned black; his voice icy.
"Stand up and turn around, bitch."
Tears gathered in her eyes, but she didn't shed a single one. She did as she was told, turning her back to him.
"Now bend over the chair and spread those legs for me."
Becca cried, a low moan escaping her lips. I was getting fucking pissed off at this dirty cocksucker. My friend bent over the chair, spreading her thighs. Her whole bottom was exposed, and the evil asshole was licking his lips, panting.
He looked at me and smirked.
"Before my brother decided to keep her for other duties, I was going to be fucking both ends for two weeks.
Instead, he sent Layla in her place. Layla's old news.
We've all been fucking her pussy and back hole for years.
I was hoping to get some fresh cunt tossed my way, but that won't happen now.
" He looked at the cameras, slapped Becca on her ass, then ordered her to sit. She immediately did as she was told.
Juan laughed…a sharp, ugly sound…and reached for our rolls on the table, tossing them at us. Mine hit my shoulder and dropped into my lap. Becca's landed on the side of her bowl of stew.
"Eat up," he said. "Got to keep both of you whores strong. Can't have you passing out before the real entertainment starts on Wednesday, now can we? You will need all your strength for the many men who are going to fuck every opening in your bodies."
When neither of us moved, his smile slipped into something more evil.
'What's the matter? Too good to eat what I bring you? You think Hector's gonna feed you better when he's done using you both and playing house?"
His laugh came again, sharper this time.
He looked at us as if we were nothing but two insects.
"Enjoy these wonderful dishes while they last, putas.
Eventually, you will end up in one of the other buildings with the other girls, and life over there isn't anything like the luxury here.
" He turned toward the door, still laughing, the sound trailing off as he left.
The click of the lock felt like a coffin lid being sealed shut.
Suddenly I felt like I couldn't catch my breath.
I inhaled a few times trying to calm myself down.
I was so worried about Becca losing her mind that I hardly realized I was slowly losing mine.
My own mental state was splintering at the seams.
Once I regained my composure, I nodded at Becca.
"Let's eat. He had one good point. We need to stay as strong and healthy as possible in this sucky situation."
Becca's hand shook as she scooped a spoonful of stew into her mouth. As usual, I was starving and thankful not to be on my bland diet anymore, so I shoved the food in like it was my last meal because it could be.
It was dinnertime, and he wasn't back yet.
Believe me, I didn't miss the cocksucker, and hoped he never came back.
I thought about that again, and realized if he dies, then his brothers take over, and I would rather deal with Hector's depravity than Juan's.
We'd both be pulverized to death under that sadist's thumb. No thanks. I think I'll pass.
It was 9PM and Hector still wasn't back. We weren't sure what to do, so we grabbed the opportunity to take separate showers. I used the one in Hector's room, and Becca took hers in the guest bathroom. There was no need to rush.
It was peaceful and serene.
No screaming.
No orders.
No nothing from Hector.