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“Take this out for daddy. Let me see that beautiful hair of yours.”
I hate the thought of doing this, yet relief washes over me when I do as he asks, and he moves back to give me room.
“Will Julie look after me when you’re gone? Will she care for me the same way you did?” The lies I speak are fucking hard to make convincing, but I keep the sweet innocence in my tone, knowing it will help. “I don’t want to be alone anymore. If I can’t be with you, then I want to be with her.”
His eyes flare wide with excitement, and he smiles. “Julie will be so happy to hear that. She’s been watching you closely. She loves you just as much as I do.”
I want to laugh because that’s the funniest shit I’ve ever heard.
“I want to see her. I miss her so much. Is she here?” I look around dumbly as I tug out my buns and start running my fingers through my long, dark hair. Fucking hell, he can’t honestly think I’m this gullible, can he?
“She’s not far. She lives and works nearby. Maybe you can stay with her and come and see me a couple of times a week? That’s my dying wish, Patty, to spend time with you.”
“Ok. I can do that. What’s her address? I can go and see her after I leave here. I don’t have to go back to my foster family. I hate it there. They don’t understand what I need. Please don’t make me go back.”
“Oh, Patty.” He brushes his fingers through my hair, lifting it to his nose and inhaling. “Julie will be so excited, but for now, you will have to return to your foster family. I’ll need to speak with Julie first. Make sure she has room for you. She has a very full house these days. She helps runaways. Helps homeless girls get off the streets. She’s doing great work.”
I really fucking hope my mic is still working, and the cops have got all of this info.
“Patty, our time is nearly up.” Brian’s face falls. “I feel so unwell. Please help me feel better. Can I touch you?”
With every fibre of my being, I want to scream NO! I want to punch and kick and end his existence, so it takes everything in me to hold in the bile burning up my throat when I give him the slightest nod.
The colour fades from the room, the saturation dulling as my mind and body go numb. I don’t really feel the way his hand slips between my legs and cups me over my jeans or the way his hands travel up my baggy t-shirt to find my bra. I don’t even feel the press of his lips against my neck as he grabs my hand and slides it down his pants.
The moment the door handle clicks, my hearing rushes back in like a lightning bolt. I flinch just as Brian leaps back before the door swings open, and the prison guard steps in, yelling at Brian to get back behind the line. The room quickly fills with corrections officers as I leap up from the chair and flatten myself against the back wall, watching with satisfaction as Brian gets slammed to the hard concrete floor.
33
Shaun
Never has a day felt as fucking long as this day has. Knowing my girl had to face the very man who stole her innocence while we sit here at Simon’s just fucking waiting around is pure fucking torture. I should have insisted that one of us go with her. I don’t know what the hell we could do, but just being there for her would be better than waiting and not knowing what’s happening.
“It’s nearly 4pm. Surely we should have heard from her by now. Why isn’t she responding to our message?” Simon has been pacing for the last hour. He hasn’t touched his beer or any of the food he set out. He just keeps fucking pacing.
“Maybe her parents have her phone?” I suggest which wins me a dagger from Simon.
“Maybe she just needs a minute.” Garrett offers, and Simon glares at him.
“Or maybe she’s still helping the cops. Like a debrief or something.” Marcus adds, and Simon throws his hands up in a huff and flops to the floor in the middle of the room.
“I can’t handle the not knowing. It’s fucking eating me alive.” Simon whines, fisting his hands in his hair and tugging at the roots.
“You wanna know what’s eating at me?” Garrett hisses, gaining everyone’s attention. I glare at him, hoping he’s not going where I think he’s going. “Why the fuck Bossi didn’t tell us that our girl is going back to that sex club.”
Yep. He went there.
All eyes dart to me, and if looks could kill, then I’d be dead right now.
“You say that like I’ve fucking known for days. I found out yesterday morning, maybe a couple of hours beforeyoufound out. I don’t exactly know everything yet.”
“How bout you start with what you do know?” Marcus stands from the white leather sofa glaring at me.
“Fine. She went back on Thursday night to see the Master of the club. He demanded her presence, told her she is to return to the Feast nights, and each time she is to spend an hour alone with him.”
“Like fuck!” Marcus yells as Garrett storms across the room, his face red, his eyes wild in anger.
“She’s not fucking going back there! That fucker humiliated and basically raped her last time! Not to mention the fucking lap dance he forced her to do on Thursday night!”
