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“So why’s Mac working there then? Why didn’t you ever tell me to apply?” Jessica whines and flutters her eyelashes at him. “If Miller wants to work there, so do I.”
“The interview process is pretty strict. I’m not sure if you would pass it, either of you,” James says slowly, trying to discourage them.
I snort. I have no doubt that Jessica would have passed. She would have been on her knees to blow Anders in a second without hesitation. I still can’t get a read on Miller, but would he have been asked for the same thing? I’m not sure.
“Well, you should at least give us a chance. I’m sure I can do anything Mac can do better.” Jessica crosses her arms stubbornly, and James looks at Martha.
“Absolutely not. I will not have all of you working at the den of iniquity. All that loud music and gyrating bodies and the alcohol… No, just no. Jessica, as a member of the Divinity of Morality, it would be frowned upon for you to work somewhere like that. No, I will ask around and see if there is something more appropriate for a girl like you. You don’t want to ruin your good standing you’ve worked so hard to achieve.” Oh, fuck my life. Martha is obviously clueless of her niece and cohort’s reputation. “Miller, you are welcome to apply, since I’m sure they can make use of a man like you.”
I’m not sure how to take Martha’s last comment or what she’s implying. From the scowl on Miller’s face, I guess nothing good. Hmm, I wonder what happened there. Last night, she was having a go at his tattoos, so I assume she doesn’t approve of his style.
“Hmm, maybe. I’ll talk to Matt. I’m sure he can find something for you, Miller,” James assures him, and dinner conversation changes to more benign comments. After helping clean up, we are all dismissed to our rooms for homework.
I’m heading up the stairs and past the girls’ room when an arm reaches out and yanks me inside. I stumble into the girls’ room, and Sally quickly closes the door.
“Mac, you know that club you’re working at is the one that is supposed to have the sex club underneath it, right?” Cassie hisses as the sisters look on, both of them wringing their hands in agitation.
“Really?” I ask, feigning surprise, but I’m excited to have my guess confirmed. “How do you know?”
The three girls exchange glances, and Cassie sits down on her bed. The twins both take a seat on the bottom bunk, leaving me a rolling chair.
“Sybil, the girl who used to live here, the one we were talking about last night…” Cassie trails off.
“The one you said had a modeling contract but disappeared before she made it to New York?” I ask, trying to remember the exact details.
“Yes. She had a job there, and, well, she told us things.” Stephanie shudders, but I lean forward eagerly. Now we’re getting somewhere.
“Like what?”
“Well, everything was okay to start with. She danced in one of those cage things on the weekends and ran drinks during the week.” Cassie does all the talking as the sisters sit and listen, holding hands. “And she loved it. It was fun, and she made good tips, but then she was asked to serve at a special party. She was told it was a secret and forced to sign an NDA. At first, we didn’t question it, but then she started to change. She withdrew into herself and would flinch at loud noises, and we finally had enough. We made her tell us what was going on. The party she was made to serve at was a sex party, and she had to be topless, and guests were allowed to touch her, but it was the depraved sex acts that were being performed that shocked her the most. The participants weren’t always happy to be there, if you get what I’m saying, and this wasn’t your normal BDSM club. Things were rough, and there was blood and punishments and screams. She was freaked out.” Cassie’s eyes are round and haunted like she’s remembering the conversation all over again.
“We told her to go to the police, but she couldn’t. The chief of police was one of the people at the party. They are supposed to wear masks, but his was knocked off during a particularly aggressive act, and she caught a glimpse of him,” Sally says, taking over. “They also threatened her. They told her if she said anything to anyone, she would be the girl being used and abused next time, and then they would discard her like yesterday’s trash, so she kept her mouth shut. It was only when she got her acceptance from the modeling agent and had an escape that she told us everything. She knew she was getting out.”
“Except she didn’t,” I murmur, and tears form in Cassie’s eyes.
“The last event she worked at wasn’t actually a sex party. She came home and threw all of her things in a bag and made the decision to leave a week earlier than planned.” Stephanie wraps her arm around her sister as she sobs loudly.
“What was it?” I ask, hanging onto every one of her words like it’s the word of God.
“An auction. They were selling men and women to the highest bidder,” Cassie tells me, shuddering. “You should stay away from that place. You don’t want to end up missing like Sybil”
“What do you think happened to her?” I ask, and Cassie shrugs.
“I’m guessing she was sold to the highest bidder too.”
“Is that what you think happened to the other foster kids also?” I ask, and Sally wipes away her tears.
“What else could have happened to them? Something is not right in this town. It’s evil.”
“Why didn’t she try to tell anyone else?” I ask. “Maybe the governor or called in a tip to the FBI?”
“Because a girl she worked with tried to, and she was found dead, face down in a ditch outside of town. They blamed transient vagrants, and no one was ever charged, but it seemed like too much of a coincidence.” Stephanie stands up and stretches.
“You better watch your back, Mac. Better yet, quit before you even start. You seem like a nice girl, too nice to be caught up in a place like that.” Cassie sounds older than her young years, but I can tell by the haunted look in her eyes that she’s putting on a brave facade.
I stand up and grab hold of the door handle. “Don’t worry about me, girls. I can assure you, I know how to look after myself.”
Sally just scoffs and looks at me with derision. “Sure, just don’t come crying to us when you can’t. I don’t have the energy or the willpower to be friends with someone who is too stupid to live.”
