Epilogue #2
Like me, it took her a few minutes to shake the clouds from her head. She looked at me, confusion written all over her face. Poor Becca has no idea what we're in for.
"What the fuck happened, Kit? Where the hell are we? Why are you sitting here naked?"
I kept my voice calm. I didn't want to freak her out. Even though I had already been through something similar, I wasn't sure if I could survive the real brutality that lay ahead of us. I know how traffickers work, and they aren’t nice men.
"I don't know where we are, Beck."
I leaned close to her ear so the spies couldn't hear me.
I whispered, "Don't lose your shit. You need to trust me and stay calm. I am sure Atlas will find us. Just do whatever these people say. They are dangerous and violent, and just so you’re aware, you are going to be naked shortly, too."
She clasped her hand over her mouth, stifling a scream.
I grabbed her arm and gave her a stern look.
There’s no time for hurt feelings.
"Don't freak the fuck out. I can't explain because there are cameras everywhere. Just keep your shit together."
She swallowed hard, fear etched across her face.
"Shit Kit. What's going to happen to us?"
Given the situation, I smiled the best I could and raised my brows, my voice still a whisper.
"I am not sure what will happen, but please do as they say. They will hurt you if you don't."
My friend turned on her side, curled into a fetal position, and started sobbing. I knew she was terrified, but if we were getting out of this alive, she needed to grow a pair. I reached out and rubbed her back.
"Becca, sit up. Two people will be coming to take us to shower and clean us up."
Her face turned white. "Cleaned up for what?"
Given the fact that the crackpots who dropped us off here were most likely violent assholes, I assumed we were being prepped for them to sample.
I heard Atlas talk about how horrible it was to be human trafficked, and I did not want to be here for it.
I was sure we were going to be raped and tortured many times, and I was terrified for both of us.
I didn't want to say anything to Becca. Let her have a little more peace until our world comes completely apart in a few hours.
The sound of footsteps assaulted my ears. The hair on my neck stood up. My body shook. They were coming for us. I nudged Becca, still whispering.
"Sit up! They're here. Remember, do what they say, or your life could be at stake."
Becca's eyes widened, and she trembled. I looked at her with a warning: "Calm down and do what I tell you!" She was still crying, but obeyed.
The two men who came for us were also tall and of Mexican descent. They both wore jeans. Each had a whip hanging from their belt loops.
They each held a thick metal collar attached to a short chain-linked dog leash. I felt my temples throb as I realized they were going to put those collars on our necks and possibly beat our asses bloody if we didn't comply with their demands.
They weren't discreet in hiding the bulges in their pants as they both hungrily stared at my nudity.
Although I felt embarrassed and violated, I was more focused on surviving this nightmare.
One of the men came at me, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me close to him. He brushed his crusty lips against my ear.
"Don't give me any shit, little lady. I have permission to whip you if you disobey, so be a good little whore and get on all fours like a dog."
His voice was deep, and he also had a Mexican accent.
I felt drool drip in my ear, and it made me want to vomit.
I wasn't going to challenge him because I knew he would whip me until I bled.
Even though I could handle a whipping, I knew there was no way I could withstand this man's cruelty if he beat me, so I got on all fours.
I needed to keep myself in one piece if I wanted to get out of here.
He kneeled behind me, taking in my naked backside. I jumped when his hand caressed my ass, then pinched my cheek hard. I yelped from the excruciating pain shooting across my bottom. He stood up and leaned over me, grabbing a fistful of hair, holding my head still.
His breathing was heavy as he snapped the cold metal collar around my neck with his free hand, then pulled tightly on the leash, causing my head to snap back.
He must have done this many times because he did it so effortlessly. I panicked because it felt like the collar was choking me. I took a few breaths to calm myself and focused on staying relaxed.
Now was not the time to go into a full-blown attack and pass out. Once I settled down, I adjusted to the tightness around my throat.
“Hey, Chica.” He laughed cruelly.
“I want to hear you bark like a dog for me. Let's see if you have what it takes to please some of the men who are going to fuck you and make you pant and howl while they have their cocks buried up your ass or in that pretty little pussy."
I felt sick to my stomach.
If I thought what Atlas put me through was tough, then I didn't have a chance with these evil people. I wasn't sure if I had what it took to get through this hell.
My pride wanted me to scream at him to go fuck himself, but I thought better and didn't mouth off. He would hurt me badly if I didn’t obey.
I shuddered in revolt. I felt a hard whack across my ass, and I shrieked.
This man was not playing. My bottom was on fire from one strike.
I guess Atlas told me the truth about holding back while he spanked me because his slaps didn’t hurt nearly as much.
A deep voice interrupted my thoughts.
“I said bark like a dog for me, Chica. If you don’t, I am going to whip your ass bloody.”
My cheeks burned with humiliation. I took a deep breath and did as I was told.
“Ruff.”
His laugh was evil and sinister. I felt my body tremble and break out in a cold sweat. I was horrified.
“Not good enough, Chica. I want you to bark five times for me. The boss said we can’t touch you sexually, but we have permission to whip you if you don't do what you’re told. So, let’s hear it. Entertain us, Chica.”
I felt the tears streak down my cheeks. My best friend was right next to me, and she was going to watch me bark like a fucking dog. I felt so ashamed, but I didn’t want to die, so I swallowed my pride.
“Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff.”
Although mortified, I had no choice but to do as he said.
His evil laugh echoed throughout the cell.
"Welcome to the biggest human trafficking ring in the world, pretty girl. We are going to have some fun training the both of you."
I felt my throat close.
My anxiety was kicking into high gear. We were so fucked.
I felt embarrassed, terrified, and nauseous.
What are they going to do with us?
I thought Atlas was a cruel bastard. He didn’t come close to these two assholes. I didn’t feel sorry for myself for too long when I heard Becca scream, and a loud slap followed. I couldn't see anything because I was on my hands and knees, facing away from her.
I stole a quick glance behind me. She was cradling her cheek and sobbing. Her handler was more abrasive than mine. He grabbed her by the hair and made her kneel on the cold floor. He yanked her head back hard, fastened the collar around her neck, and threw the leash on the floor.
Becca was still sobbing while rubbing her cheek.
The man picked up the leash and wrapped it around his hand tightly, pulling her head to his crotch. He held her firm with one hand while he unzipped his jeans with his other.
Oh, my God. No!
Her eyes locked on mine. I nodded slightly, telling her to obey, then looked away because I couldn't watch what was about to happen. The man's voice was deep, dark, and cruel. His accent wasn’t as thick as my trainer’s.
"We can't touch your whore friend over there, but because I am your trainer, I have permission to do what I want with you, so I've decided you're going to suck my dick, slut."
I heard her cry louder, and another slap landed on her cheek.
"Shut the fuck up and open your goddamn mouth.
You better keep your teeth out of the way because if you scrape my cock or try to bite me, I will whip your ass to shreds, then I'll piss in your face, so suck my dick real good. I want to cum down your throat, whore.”
I turned slightly to the left to see if Becca was okay. She looked shocked, but tried her best to stop the tears.
I’m so sorry for getting you involved with this, Beck.
I watched as the man grinned down at her while yanking her head towards his disgusting crotch. She flinched but didn't scream. He shoved his cock into her mouth brutally, pumping in and out like a dog as she gasped and choked.
His cruel laughter stung my ears.
"Get used to it, little whore, because this is your new life now. You're going to learn how to suck and fuck like a professional." He looked over at me, smiling.
"Same goes for you, little bird."
I felt sick all over.
They had me barking like a dog and Becca performing oral sex on some man's filthy dick. We were in for the worst nightmare of our lives.
Oh, Atlas, I need you. I am sorry I removed the tracker from my arm. Now, you will never find us.
I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach. I lurched forward, hurling my guts up, covering the floor with puke, and then passed out.