Epilogue
Kitlyn
The last thing I remember was being stuck with a needle; then everything went dark. I remember the words spoken to me before I passed out.
You and your friend are going far, far away.
I shook my head, trying to focus. I was still fuzzy from the drug. My teeth chattered as I shivered uncontrollably. I was covered in goosebumps. The air was cold and damp.
How long have I been out?
When I finally got my bearings, I realized I was in a cell. I was lying on a hard mattress covered by a dingy sheet, resting on the concrete floor. The lighting was low and dismal.
I could hardly make out the silhouette of my hand until my eyes adjusted to the vast darkness.
I turned to my left and saw Becca passed out on another mattress stuffed into the corner across from me. The faint sound of her breathing filled the creepy room. I pulled myself into a sitting position as best as I could.
The drug made me a little wonky, so I sat for a few minutes while the fog cleared from my brain. I noticed there was a toilet and a sink in the corner. I shook my head, trying to clear the buzzing noise in my ears.
We were definitely in a jail cell, but why?
My clothes were still on, thank God. I stood on shaky legs, fearing they would give out on me, and I would face plant across the floor.
Feeling slightly off balance, I slowly approached the bars, grabbing them with my sweaty, slippery hands.
I felt like I was sucking on a wad of cotton balls; my tongue was dry and cracked.
"Hello. Hello, is anyone here?"
I yelled, trying to gather some saliva in my mouth.
Nothing. The silence was deafening.
You could hear a pin drop aside from my echo bouncing off the walls and Becca's breathing.
I scoped out the surrounding area, noticing the cameras pinned to the ceiling above us. The little green blinking light added nothing to the surrounding darkness. The cell was dim and dank, a place where nightmares lived.
I jumped up in front of the cameras, clumsily waving my hands, hoping whoever was on the other side would respond.
"I know someone can see me. Let us out of here!" I screamed—still nothing but Becca's light snoring and my wildly beating heart drumming in my ears.
Before I could think about what transpired earlier at my house, I heard a door open and slam; a loud echo permeated my eardrums. I hurried back to the mattress and sat down. I didn't want to be near the bars if someone entered the cell.
I heard the faint sound of footsteps getting closer.
Tap, tap, tap.
I swallowed nervously, feeling my heart skip.
I was a wreck, not knowing where we were or who we would be dealing with.
You better have thick skin to handle what's coming.
The words played repeatedly in my mind. I didn't want to go there right now. I had enough to worry about.
My head snapped up when I heard the cell door open and close, making a loud clanging sound. I glanced over at Becca.
She was still out like a light.
I was surprised she hadn't woken up yet. I trained my eyes on the cell door, looking at the tall figure before me.
He looked like he was dressed for a business meeting. He wore a black suit with a blue tie and pricey black shoes.
I looked him over and noticed he was wearing an extremely expensive gold watch.
Atlas is wealthy, but this man smelled of money.
I felt self-conscious as he stared at me with empty, dead eyes. He looked like a mean bastard.
"Stand up." His voice was cold and gruff.
I sensed nothing but evil in him. I licked my lips nervously and did what I was told. Although I gave Atlas shit occasionally, this man was not him.
Even when Atlas took me the first night, his voice was not as harsh as this guy's. My legs were weak, but they miraculously held me up, even when I swayed a little to the side. I could feel a shiver run down my spine as I stood there, clenching my fists at my side.
I knew this would not be good. The evil man came closer, inspecting me like I was a piece of prime rib. He rested his hand on his chin, his evil stare fixed on me.
"Turn up the lights," he yelled without releasing me from his cold, penetrating glare.
Instantly, the cell lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree. I squinted as I adjusted to the overwhelming brightness.
I stole a look at Becca. She was still unconscious.
Jesus, I hope they didn't overdose her.
I didn't know what to do with myself as he continued gawking at me. I felt extremely uncomfortable.
His gaze burned a hole in my gut, sending tremors through my shivering body.
"Remove your clothes."
Oh God! I can't catch a fucking break.
I swallowed down the lump in my throat. I can’t believe I was dealing with another screwed-up situation that found its way into my weird life.
I don’t know if I can handle any more of this shit. My hands were shaking as I stripped off my garments. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but his demeanor told me he wasn't someone to mess with.
Again, I wasn't dealing with Atlas. Even though he could be a dickhead, he was never mean to me. Just when we finally confessed our love for one another, this happens.
Honest to God. I couldn’t make this shit up.
I stood there, trembling as he circled, checking out my naked body. He stood before me with his hands behind his back and his legs parted.
"Lie on the mattress and spread your legs."
I felt the anger rise in my throat.
This fucker was pissing me off.
Didn't I go through the same bullshit recently?
I was petrified of him, but I hated being treated like a fucking object, and it was grinding my gears. I folded my arms across my chest and shook my head.
"No. I will not lie down while you inspect me like I'm a piece of merchandise." I felt my stomach knot up.
I didn't know if he was going to kill me or beat me, but I was still the same person, and I wasn't going to just allow him to do what he wanted without a fight.
Instantly, he grabbed me by my hair, wrapping it in his fist. He pulled my head back to meet his gaze. I felt the tears well up as he forced me to kneel before him.
The concrete was cold and hard against my knees. My head ached as he brutally yanked the loose tresses, bringing a cry from my lips. The evil gleam in his eyes told me he was serious, and the cold tone in his voice made my heart sink.
"I was warned by my men that you might be difficult."
He brought his face close to mine and sneered.
"I can promise you that shit doesn't work with me. I told you to do something, and you will follow the order. Get your fucking ass on that mattress and open your fucking legs. If you don't do as instructed, I will have ten of my guys come in here and violate every open crevice in your body."
He pulled me to my feet with his entangled fist. I yelped from the throbbing pain in my skull. His face was about an inch away from mine. He looked to be of Mexican descent, with tan skin and dark hair.
His eyes were almost black, like his soul, but he did not have a pronounced accent. He released my hair and pushed me forward onto the grimy mattress.
"Get on your back and do as I said."
His voice was threatening and harsh. I swallowed the bile that was coming up from my stomach.
I lay down on the mattress and spread my thighs.
My face was hot with embarrassment, but I kept my mouth shut for fear of being gang raped by a bunch of scumbags.
He kneeled between my legs, bringing his face close to my sex. I could feel his breath on my folds as he inhaled and exhaled deeply.
I hope I smell like toe cheese! You fucking bastard.
He lifted his head and looked at me with a wicked smirk across his evil face, making my stomach turn.
"You were recently fucked, weren't you?"
Shit! This fucker could smell Atlas on me from earlier, and I took a pretty long shower.
Embarrassed as I was, I couldn't lie to him.
If I did, he would do something terrible to me.
I know Atlas would never kill me, but I knew this man wouldn't think twice about taking my life, so I nodded without saying a word.
He stood up and fixed his crotch. I could see the bulge in his pants.
He darted his tongue out at me, smiling.
Another fucking pig.
He spoke to the cameras along the ceiling.
"I need two trainers to get these girls showered and cleaned up." An evil grin spread across his creepy face.
I already hated this man, but I wouldn't push my luck like I did with Atlas. No way!
He pointed at me, smirking, still speaking to the cameras.
"I will sample this one, so take care when you get her ready. If she gives you a problem, feel free to whip her, but don't leave any lasting marks. She will fetch a good price when I sell her."
My head swam, and I broke out in a cold sweat.
I knew it! A trafficker took us!
I felt sick to my stomach.
We have trainers.
God have mercy on us because I know what that means. We were in for a trip through hell. He looked over at Becca.
"That one needs to be woken up. She has been out long enough. When you deliver them to me, I want them naked." He glared at me coldly as he bent down and picked my clothes up from the floor. He rubbed the crotch of my thong under his nose, sniffing deeply.
Fucking gross!
I was horrified, which didn't go unnoticed by him.
He grinned in my direction, then abruptly turned and exited the cell. I sat up as soon as he was gone, not too happy about being left naked in this cold, dirty prison.
I was relieved he was out of my sight, but I knew two others would come shortly to take Becca and me to who knows where. Once they finished cleaning us up, the creepy man would receive us like two unwrapped birthday presents.
I walked over to Beck and sat next to her on the mattress. I reached over and slapped the hell out of her face.
I wanted to wake her before the others came and did the deed themselves. I wasn't sure how they would treat her. After about ten hard smacks, she came around.
Thank God!