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A dark chuckle came from over my shoulder. “What have we got here? A freshly fucked hole. Who’d you give this ass up for, little Isa? One of Daddy’s men? Or was it big brother, Diego?”
I didn’t reply.I couldn’t.
I managed to swallow down the bile rising in my throat when he spun me around and shoved a knee between my bare thighs. My back pressed into the wall, he wrapped his fist around my neck and held the barrel of his gun to my quivering lips.
I stared into his eyes with a rage born from a life of pain, suffering, and abuse, and half begged half dared him, “Do it.”
He didn’t.
He knew my father wanted this spectacle.
He wanted me to be afraid.
I always knew my father was evil. From the first moment I watched him beat my mother, I knew that a cruel fate awaited me. I lived in the shadows, hiding myself away, only coming out when I was commanded. I followed every rule to the letter, and never stepped out of line for fear that I’d end up like my mother. The abuse continued anyway. I was groped, assaulted, and molested by his men while he turned a blind eye.
I always wondered why he didn’t just kill me. Now, I know there is a fate worse than death.
Soft cries fill the cold, dark room. The rattle of chains is the only other sound until the heavy, steel door creaks open and a sliver of light peeks through.
A heavy-set man with a bald head and thick beard points to the girl beside me. “You, up.” His tone bears no room for argument. “NOW!” he shouts when she doesn’t obey immediately.
Sobbing, the young girl unfolds her long, pale legs and stands. Juan comes in, unlocks the padlock attached to the chain at the grate, and tugs on it.
The girl’s too-thin arms wrap around her frail body as she follows Juan out the door. Darkness envelops me again, and I drop my head.
“Get up,” the familiar voice startles me, and I jerk my head up to come face to face with Juan. A gleeful, lecherous smile spreads across his ugly face and he licks his lips. “Maybe I should buy you for myself, huh?” He unlocks the chain attached to the wall and wraps it around his fist. “Up,” he commands.
Resigned to my fate, I stand, wincing when my body protests the movement. Juan’s eyes travel the length of my body and he cups my breast, squeezing until his nails pierce the tender skin and I fold over, crying out in pain. He yanks on my hair and pulls my head back, my throat exposed to a predator.
Juan leans in close and whispers against the shell of my ear while he rubs his calloused fingers roughly between my legs. “Too bad I didn’t fuck this tight pussy when I had the chance.”
Swallowing hard, I look him right in the eyes and with a bite to my tone, say, “Fuck you.”
A second later, I’m slammed against the wall, Juan’s hand tight around my throat as I claw at him, gasping for air and choking back sobs. Tears spring to my eyes and my chest heaves as I thrash about, kicking and fighting for each breath.
“Juan!” Diego’s voice comes from the doorway. “He’s waiting, let’s go.”
Releasing his hand, Juan smiles before he shoves me toward the door. “Can’t wait to see you get fucked, little whore.”
This time, I remain silent as I’m led from the dark room and along a narrow hall until we reach another door. When it’s pulled open, I gasp in horror. A crowd of at least fifty men sit in fancy, leather backed chairs chatting quietly as though this is some kind of celebratory dinner and they’re the guests of honor.
I’m shoved toward a stage where an older man stands beside my father. In front of him, a lectern with a microphone balanced on top.
Oh my God.Of course, I knew the reality of what happened to the girls I cared for. I knew that I was preparing them to go from one hell to another.
But I’d neverseenit. Seenthis.
Despair settled in my bones. I had no one. There was no God, no white knight coming to save me.
I begin moving backwards, but my progress is halted by Juan’s beefy hands that push me toward the two wooden steps that lead up to the stage. For what seems like an eternity, I’m stuck in slow motion. Those two, small steps feel like I’m trudging through quicksand.
This is it.
I swipe at a tickle on my cheek and realize it’s a tear. I glance at the crowd again, Cheshire smiles wide, and ready to devour me. Dark eyes watch my every move.
When I reach the center of the makeshift stage, I meet the eyes of every man in the room.
My eyes pause on a beautiful man, and I wonder how someone so beautiful on the outside can be so ugly underneath. What happened to him to make him believe that all of this is okay. That women are nothing more than bodies to be bought and sold.
