Chapter 18 #2
"Send in two more to take her as well. When the doctor's finished, bring her back to me."
The guards moved without hesitation. As the door shut behind them, the cook shuffled in, an older Mexican man, short and heavyset; carrying a platter piled high with steaming food. He balanced the oversized tray like a seasoned server.
After placing it on the table, he left, leaving me and Becca alone with Hector. He took his usual seat at the table, spreading his napkin over his lap as he always did.
"Let's go. Fix your own plates and eat up. I have other plans for the two of you today."
Here were go. What now?
Becca and I helped ourselves to the lasagna, and rolls spread out before us. I glanced at my friend. She looked like I felt….nervous about the change of plans. We ate in silence while Hector typed on his cell phone between bites of food.
Whatever the diabolical monster had up his sleeve, I was going to make sure I enjoyed this late lunch before he ruined it for us. Food was the only joy left, so I took my time savoring every forkful. I found it odd that he never served Mexican dishes. It was always American fare.
He ate one last bite before snapping his fingers, grabbing our attention. We put our utensils down and looked at him while he spoke. Even the smallest mistake could result in a severe beating with the belt.
"I had my nephew flown into the compound from America. My half-sister—his mother is half Mexican from my father, and her mother was as white as the two of you. I would like to start training him to take over the family business because I have no sons yet."
He looked right at me when he coined the word, yet.
"My plan for the both of you is to visit one of the other buildings.
You haven't seen the compound and what really goes on, so I would like to show you how the other ninety-eight percent of the women on this property live.
We have a very important party tomorrow night, and I want to ensure you mind your manners and do as you're told when my very wealthy guests arrive. "
My stomach felt sick, and I couldn't eat another bite of anything. Luckily, almost all of it was gone. Hector wouldn't think twice about withholding meals from me again if I wasted too much of his food.
Becca was gazing at the floor once more. We both knew what those buildings entailed. Layla had explained a little to us when we were bandaging her up.
We were totally oblivious of what went on behind those closed doors until she told us last-night.
Layla said she would rather have dealt with what goes on there, then with Juan. After witnessing his brutality toward her, I can understand why. Those torture houses were the reason she wanted to stay in Hector's good favor. He wouldn't send her there if she kept him busy here.
"Up, both of you." He snapped.
We immediately stood from our chairs. "Go stand in the living room. I have something coming for you."
We scurried into the parlor like two scared mice.
There was a rap at the door, and one of the guards walked in holding two outfits in his hand. Hector snatched them from him, and the guard left. He threw the clothes at us.
"Put these on. You'll be wearing these types of garments from now on. You have ten minutes."
We both bent over and picked the clothes up from the floor.
The garments looked like costumes from the Roman days.
Mine was white, and Becca's was blue. They were little one-piece rompers with spaghetti straps that went over our shoulders.
Both came to the knee, and there were belts for our waists.
We even had open-toed black sandals made of leather strips that tied around our feet and ankles and skimpy thongs to wear underneath.
I guess it was better than being in the buff every single minute of every day.
We put the outfits on quickly. It felt funny to feel fabric against my skin again. We have literally been nude since the day we were brought into this fucked up situation. Hector circled us, admiring the costumes.
"Very nice. Perfect fit too." He said excitedly.
"My guests will love seeing you in these outfits. I always dress my products the same."
He stood behind me, bringing his lips to my ear.
"Well, green eyes. As promised, I am going to sample you before any of the other men do."
My body stiffened, and a lump formed in my throat.
I loathed the creep with everything I had.
He went to the door and opened it, inviting the guard in.
The man stepped into the room, waiting for instructions.
Hector pointed to Becca. "Take her to house B.
She won't take part; she is just a spectator. "
He looked at me and smirked.
"We will join you when I am finished with this one."
The man nodded and escorted a trembling Becca from the room. Now it was just me and the devil himself, alone in his apartment. I swallowed the knot in my throat and balled my fists at my sides.
Hector started to remove his pants, never taking his eyes off mine.
I felt like I was going to puke right then and there.
I was not interested in having this man's dick anywhere near my body.
Before he could get his slacks off, there was a knock at the door.
He started cursing under his breath. He marched angrily to the door and yanked it open.
"Wha—oh, it's you. Come in."
The man stepped into the room. His eyes locked with mine, and we both almost went into shock.
"What the fuck are you doing here? How do you know my uncle?"
I almost fell over.
Hector looked at me, surprised.
I tried to hide the fear I felt. I was so fucked right now.
"You know her?" He asked, shocked that anyone would recognize me out here in east butt-fuck.
"Hell yeah, I know her. What is she doing here?"
Hector smiled, patting him on the shoulder.
"The reason I brought you here is to teach you the family business.
Your mother does not know what Juan, mine and Julio's line of work consists of.
Your grandfather forbade it, so we sent her to live in America, far from this place.
She was never to be told about what goes on.
Once you learn, you will also keep quiet.
Her bills are paid, and I have taken care of you since you were born. "
Hector sat on the couch, his pants still unzipped, shirt hanging out. He nodded toward me.
"Come. Crawl to me and kneel between my legs. Let me show my nephew what we do here."
He told the kid to sit down as well, which he did, still stunned at seeing me. "Pull your cock out." Hector ordered. "She's going to suck us both off."
His nephew nervously shifted in his seat, his voice shaky when he spoke. "I don't think this is a good idea, Uncle. She has a very jealous stalker boyfriend.
Fuuuucccck! I am as good as dead now.
Hector looked at me and grinned.
"Tell me about this boyfriend of hers because she has divulged none of that information to me."
Once the chatterbox opened his mouth, he wouldn't shut up.
"Well, I know he was a stalker because he told me when I was being punished for trying to kiss her at her place.
There were two of them that night. They even contemplated whether to keep me, send me to traffickers or to let me go.
They released me, and I never went near her again. "
Shit, John and his big mouth!
I could see the storm brewing on Hector's face.
Once the idiot said traffickers, his eyes turned dark.
I lied to him, and he wasn't too happy. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off my knees.
I yelped from the sting on my scalp. John turned pale.
His skin was always milky white. I never even knew the kid was fucking half-Mexican.
He doesn't look it.
What are the fucking odds he'd be related to this asshole?
"It looks like you have some explaining to do, green eyes."
He twisted my hair tighter in his fist. I flinched, tears pooling behind my eyes. "If you lie about anything, I will beat your friend unrecognizable, then I will sell her as is. Do you fucking understand me?"
I nodded. There was no way out of it this time. Becca would not suffer because of me. He summoned the guard to bring her back. While we waited, John asked to leave. Hector smirked in his face as he let go of my hair, leaving me standing there, shaking.
"You're going to sit right there, and learn about the family business. Don't end up disappointing me like your two imbecile uncles. You need to learn the ropes, and sometimes there is violence involved. Get used to it."
I jumped when the door opened unexpectedly. Usually, they knock before they enter. Becca was being held by her arm. Not by a guard, but by Julio. He threw her inside and shut the door quickly. She fell on her knees with a terrified look on her face. She had no idea what was going on.
Hector crouched beside her. His voice dripped with venom.
"I am going to ask you about your little friends stalker guy, and you will tell me the truth or I will beat you within an inch of your life. Got it?"
He looked at me, an evil grin spreading across his face.
"You keep your mouth shut. I decided to ask crybaby about your friend instead."
I started trembling because I didn't know if he would kill us once he knew the truth. Becca had tears in her eyes, but showed little emotion, and John looked like a powdered white donut, again. Boy, did that look bring back memories.