Chapter 5 #2
I wasn't sure what I would find waiting behind it. Holding my breath, I quickly pulled it open.
A large shower with a seated bench, a medium-sized sink, and a toilet stood before me. Breathing a sigh of relief, I quickly relieved myself and rushed back to the bed. Sitting on the edge, I scanned the ceiling looking for cameras, and, sure enough, I found two.
One was aimed at the bed, and the other pointed toward the door. I didn't check the bathroom for surveillance, but knowing these sick perverts, there is probably one in there, too.
My face flushed. The idea of these creeps watching us use the toilet turned my stomach. I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. Thoughts of Atlas flashed through my mind.
How I missed him. His scent, his confidence — just him overall. I bowed my head slightly, not wanting the person watching the cameras to know I was praying.
Dear God, please let Atlas find me and Becca. I promise I will never step foot in another club as long as I live. Give us the strength to withstand whatever Hector and his evil puppets have planned for us. Amen.
As I lifted my head, the door opened. The Devil himself walked in, followed by Juan and Julio. I instantly broke out in a cold sweat, especially beneath the thick metal collar digging into my neck. It was itchy as hell, driving me insane.
I wanted to rip it off and scratch the living shit out of my skin. All three of them stood there staring at my naked body like vultures circling a fresh kill. Becca was still sleeping.
At that moment, I was envious. I wish I were snoring right along with her. Hector's eyes locked onto mine, cold and predatory. There were no emotions behind them, only malice.
His voice was icy.
"You and your little friend cost me thousands. I had to refuel my fucking plane to fly you both out here."
An evil smile tugged at his lips, sending a cold shiver down my spine. "So, tell me, princess. How are you planning to pay me back?"
Swallowing hard, I knew what he was getting at, even if he didn't say it outright. I shrugged, forcing myself to stay calm.
"I..I'm not sure how we can repay you."
He threw his head back, laughing.
"Oh, come now. You must have some idea of how I can recoup my losses. Make it worth my while, at least."
My legs felt like rubber, and my insides turned to sludge. I knew what he wanted me to say, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I shrugged once more.
"I really don't know. I could write you a check back home if you set us free."
He reached out and lifted my chin with his long index finger. "I've got myself a real comedienne on my hands, don't I?"
His eyes burned into mine. I felt a knot in my throat.
He didn't appreciate my snarkiness, and I knew it, but I wouldn't let this bastard see my fear.
If the asshole wanted to whip me, so be it.
"I'm sorry if that came out the wrong way," I said, my voice calm but dripping with sarcasm. "There's plenty of money in my bank account. I would be happy to reimburse you for your time, but my checkbook is at home in America, far from this shithole."
He removed his finger from under my chin, grinning.
"You want to challenge me with that cocky little mouth, princess?" He looked at Juan.
"Wake her friend up…and don't be gentle. You know what to do.”
Juan's laugh was sharp and ugly. "With pleasure."
Fuck! I hadn't expected them to take it out on Becca.
"Wait!" I protested, but it was too late. Juan grabbed Becca by her hair and yanked her off the bed. She crashed to the floor, still groggy from the drugs forced into her system. She couldn't sit up.
Her eyes fluttered, unfocused.
"What the fuck is going on?" She slurred.
Hector nodded to Juan. Beck's handler straddled her and began slapping the shit out of her face.
Her head snapped from side to side with each blow until she started kicking and screaming.
"Get the fuck off me, you asshole!!!!!"
I was horrified, but also proud. She was fighting back. I watched, breathless, as she clawed the bastard's face, leaving bloody scratches along his cheeks.
He felt the jagged edges and scowled, but she kept going at him like a wildcat.
This wasn't the same Becca who cried in the van.
She was furious and unpredictable. Perhaps the drugs had twisted something in her mind, or maybe she's just had enough.
I glanced at Hector, expecting him to intervene, but he didn't. He sat down next to me on the bed, grinning as if he were watching a comedy special on Netflix.
His hand gripped my leg.
He pointed to the two struggling bodies on the floor.
"This is the good part, princess. He's going to fuck her in the ass, and you've got front row seats."
His fingers dug into my leg, nails biting into my skin. His smile turned diabolical.
"The best part? He's going in dry. All because you wanted to be a comedienne."
My stomach flipped. My mouth went numb. Becca is going to be violated, and it’s all my fault.
"Please don't do this, I begged, turning to him. "Take it out on me. She did nothing. I'm the one who deserves to be punished, not her."
Becca kept screaming, her voice muffled as Juan shoved her face into the floor.
He undid his belt and pushed his pants down to his knees, releasing his disgusting hard-on.
He knelt behind her, forcing her thighs apart.
Spitting into his hand, he rubbed it between her cheeks while she thrashed beneath him.
Julio stood nearby, smirking like the freak he was. Hector kept his eyes glued to the scene, digging his fingers deeper into my leg, ignoring my pleas. I couldn't take it. I wasn't going to just sit and watch my friend get raped. Let them beat me. Let them whip me. I could handle it.
I tore free from Hector's grip.
In one leap, I jumped off the bed and hurled myself onto Juan’s back just before he could force himself into Becca. I glanced back at Julio. He moved fast.
His boots scraped across the tile floor, leaving black streaks, as he stormed toward me. His eyes were wild…his lips drew back into a snarl.
I didn't give a shit what happened to me.
I still clung to Juan's back, clawing and kicking, trying to keep him off my friend. He growled beneath me, reaching around to grab my wrists.
But I didn't let go.
Julio said nothing. He just yanked me off his scumbag buddy with brute strength, his arms wrapping around my waist in a vise-like grip. I screamed and thrashed in his hold, kicking my legs and cursing at him.
"Get the fuck off of me, you filthy pig!" I shrieked.
My naked body is covered in sweat. I'm amped up on adrenaline, not giving a flying fuck about the consequences of my actions. My heel connected with Juan's ribs as I was hauled away. He groaned, stumbling off Becca, who still struggled beneath him.
Julio tossed me back onto the bed, far from where Hector's evil ass still sat. My body hit the mattress with a loud thud, knocking the wind out of me.
Yet, Hector said nothing.
He remained seated, watching the chaos unfold with a calm, eerie silence. No emotion, no nothing. He looked at us as if we were a bunch of animals in a three-ring circus. The vibe I got was that he was the ringmaster, and we were nothing but performing monkeys being used for his entertainment.
Becca still sobbed on the floor, curled up into a ball, all her bravery long gone. Juan put his pants back on, fastened his belt, and glared down at her, frustrated.
Poor baby didn't get his rocks off.
Fucking bastard!!!!
Hector finally rose to his feet, his voice low but cold.
"Put them in the shower."
Julio looked at him. "Together?"
The cartel nodded.
"Yes, I want them clean for what comes next. Juan, you will handle green eyes for the next couple of hours. She needs to be reeled in, and you're the right person for the job."
The creep smiled at Hector, his voice taking on a sinister tone. "I'd be happy to, but what about the customer who was interested in buying her? We can't do much without leaving marks."
A wave of acid churned in my stomach as the vile words spilled from his lips.
Hector shrugged, not giving a single ounce of shit about us.
"He chose a different pair of girls, so these two bitches are still for sale; and since they don’t know how to behave, they’ll learn the hard way. If they end up with scars, fuck it. They deserve it for all this fucking bullshit."
Becca sat up, her eyes staring at me. Her pupils were wide with terror. We were in for it now.
I could see it on Hector's face.
Julio yanked her up by the arm while Juan grabbed a fistful of my hair, dragging me off the bed. I yelped in pain, my scalp throbbing.
"Move!" he barked, shoving me forward.
I already knew this asshole was going to hurt me as much as he could. He was an evil, sadistic pig.
We were marched into the bathroom like two prisoners of war, thrown under the cold spray of the shower as the men turned the water on full blast. Both Beck and I gasped when it hit—freezing. The crisp droplets washed away the dirt from the desert and the stink of the van, but none of our shame.
Julio threw one bar of soap at our feet. “Make it fast."
The asshole left us alone for a few minutes while we quickly scrubbed away all the dirt and grime. We stood there, water pouring down over us, shivering and silent. I reached out and squeezed Becca's hand. She squeezed back, her grip weak but desperate. My voice was barely a whisper.
"Beck, you have to stay strong no matter what happens."
She nodded, her lips chattering from the goddamn icy water. A few minutes later, the door swung open again.
"Time's up," Julio snapped.
We were dragged out, soaking wet. The bastards didn't even offer us a towel.
Both our bodies trembled from more than just the cold.
Water dripped from our hair and off our skin as they pulled us down the hall by our arms, two sets of bare feet slapping against the cold granite floor.
There was no one else around, just the four of us.
My heart pounded louder with every step.
We stopped in front of a crimson-colored door.
Where the hell are we?
Julio opened it.
Inside, the walls are a deep blood-red. The lighting is low and gloomy. I looked around, my stomach twisting. Chains hung from the ceiling. Leather straps and metal restraints sat on a huge table in the furthest corner of the room. I swallowed down the vomit that threatened to spill from my lips.
There were what appeared to be two gynecological tables sitting across from one another.
A giant wooden cross sat in the far corner, and something that resembled a wooden stock, used in ancient times with three openings—two for the wrists and one for the neck—rested in the opposite corner.
There were whips, paddles, and canes hanging along the wall in a sadistic display. I felt Becca freeze beside me.
Hector was already in the dark, vile room, leaning on a giant, black leather wingback chair positioned in the middle of the floor. He stepped behind me, bringing his lips to my ear.
His whisper was smooth and poisonous.
"This, princess, is where we make you remember who controls you. I own both of you now. You are my property until you're sold, and you'll both be taught obedience and respect.” I felt an icy tremor go through my body.
We were sooo fucked!!!
A loud whimper came from Becca.
Not wanting to see the sheer terror on her face, I didn't even have the guts to look at her.
Hector's voice rang out, authoritative and cold.
"Restrain them on the tables. I want their arms and legs spread far apart." He barked at his two puppets.
Julio and Juan pushed us forward toward the two exam tables as the door shut behind us with a solid, final click.