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“Be quiet,” I hiss. She screams in fright and stumbles back a step, then looks around the room until she lands on my shadowy figure in the corner, hiding like a coward.
“Who’s there?”
“Keep your voice down!” I scold. She moves toward me slowly. The closer she gets, the more tense I become. My muscles scream in protest, every part of my body aches and screams from the smallest movement. She crouches down in front of me and that’s when I notice she isn’t naked like me, she is fully clothed.
“Who are you?” she whispers. I open my mouth to answer but quickly clamp it closed. If I have learned one thing from being here it’s that you can’t trust anyone. For all I know, she could be working for Mike or Donny and here to set me up.
“No one,” I mutter. She scoffs.
“If you found yourself here, in this place, then you clearly are someone and you must be important or at least important tosomeone.” I eye her skeptically. For a woman who has just been thrown into a room that reeks of shit and piss, she doesn’t seem affected or scared at all. I run my gaze over her using the only light from the barred window on the side of the room. The moon isn’t as bright tonight so lighting isn’t the best in here, just how I like it… then I can’t see their faces.
“Why areyouhere?” She blows out a breath and runs her hand through her long straight blonde hair. It’s so long I can see it nearly touches the ground from her crouched position.
“I was born into the wrong family,” she whispers the words more to herself. Her disdain is clear from the tone of her voice. She doesn’t have tanned skin so I know she isn’t Italian. Who is this girl? “What’s your name?”
“Allison.” It feels weird to talk, my voice sounds hoarse from lack of use.
“Well, Allison, I’m Koby. The way I see it, we are each other’s only hope of getting the fuck out of here!” I wish I shared her enthusiasm but I don’t, it’s been weeks and still no one has come to my rescue. I don’t blame them though. I know King would be looking after Mela and that’s all that matters. Don’t get me wrong, I know King cares about me but maybe just not as much as I thought.
* * *
Days have passed and still I am bound to this shithole of a room, though ever since Koby arrived they haven’t come for me. I’m so grateful for the reprieve and my body is slowly recovering from their beatings. I don’t let my guard down though. I know they will be back, men like Donny don’t just leave their toys alone, they kill them so there are no loose ends. As if my imagination conjured them the lock clicks and the door opens. Koby is on her feet and raising her fists ready to fight, the sight shocks me. It’s daylight and I hate when they come during the day, I slink into the shadows and hide, not that it works, but the darkness does help to mask their faces when they are on top of me. The man steps into the room and doesn’t even bat an eye at Koby. He swings his soulless eyes to me and flicks his head toward the bed. Normally I would obey and save myself the beating but… I can’t. I don’t want Koby to see they have beaten me into submission. I don’t want her to know that I have given up and allow them to do whatever the fuck they want with my body.
His lip pulls back in a sneer as he kicks the door closed and storms over to me. I shrink into the corner of the room and cry out when he grips my hair and yanks me forward. I don’t have time to process anything before his fist connects with my jaw and pain flares to life inside me. He uses his grip on my hair to hurl me onto the mattress. I roll to my side and curl up in a fetal position. He kicks me in the back, making me scream out in pain. Another blow lands, this time my ribs. My vision turns hazy from the pain. He slumps down on top of me, then uses his knees to kick my legs open. I try to push him off but he grips my hands in one of his and slaps me with the other before spitting in my face. It drips down my cheek as tears spring to the surface.
“You stupid cunt. Now I’m going to fucking rip your ass open and you’re going to take it like the dirty slut you are!” I close my eyes as he flips me onto my stomach. At the sound of his belt buckle jiggling, I retreat inside my mind and try to go to my happy place. I feel the tip of his cock against my ass cheek and try to tense, but it only makes it more painful when I tense up. He parts my cheeks and spits. I feel his saliva drip down my crack and then he rubs it over my hole. I can’t get to my happy place! A whimper escapes me as I feel the head of his cock press against my hole and wait for him to slam inside me.
“Fuck this,” I hear Koby mutter before the guy grunts behind me, then the weight of his body is gone. I roll over and watch as Koby stomps on his hard dick. He shouts out in pain before she kicks him right in the mouth with her combat boot. She reaches down and pulls his knife from its sheath and plunges it right into his throat. I’m stunned and watch as he chokes on his own blood.
“Sdokhni gryaznaya svin’ya.” (Die you filthy, pig.)I gasp as I dart my eyes to Koby. She’s Russian! “Ty ponyatiya ne imeyesh’, s kem ty trakhalsya.” (You have no idea who you fucked with.)Koby turns to look down at me. I can never seem to get a read on her, she is as closed off emotionally as Knight. Her green eyes bore into mine as she gathers her long hair and ties it into a high ponytail. “Don’t fucking look at me like that.” Her harsh words snap me from my stupor.
“You don’t have an accent but… you’re Russian?” Her eyes harden.
“I told you I was born into the wrong family. Now, unless you want to get out of here stark fucking naked help me get his shirt off. Others will come looking for him soon.” I can’t move. As I stare at her, she drops down and begins to pull his shirt up. “Fucking move!” I jump into action and help her pull his shirt off. It’s covered in blood but it beats being naked. The feeling of having clothes on again is strange. It makes me feel like I have a shield around my body, like a knight’s armor. Koby turns to me and for the first time since she arrived, I see a look in her eyes I recognize… mistrust. She lifts a gun that I didn’t even see she grabbed from the foot solider and points it at me. “Who are you really, Allison?” I raise my hands and open and shut my mouth like a gaping fish. “Answer me now or I’ll shoot you where you stand!”
“I’m Allison Vaughn, I’m twenty-one years old—”
“Not that!” I stare at her unsure what I’m supposed to have said.
“Why are you here? Which family do you belong to?” I gulp before standing tall, if I’m going to die here, I am not going out easily.
“Who the fuck are you, Koby? No one has come in here since the day you arrived. They used to come like clockwork but not since you were thrown in here. Why the fuck should I tell you—”
“Because I am the only chance you have of getting the fuck out of here and back to your daughter.” I stumble back a step.
“How do you know about her?” Fear grips me at the thought of her knowing about Mela, we may have made small talk but we never disclosed our private life whilst being locked in here together.
“I know about all of them and you.” I grit my teeth.
“Then why fucking ask?” I snap. She slowly lowers the gun and tucks it into the back of her cargo pants.
“Because, you had a gun to your head and you never name dropped. You could have threatened me with your affiliation to the Murdoch’s, but you didn’t.” This girl is fucking confusing. “I need to know one thing?”
“What?” I eye her skeptically.
“Can you guarantee me protection through the family if I get you out of here?” I open my mouth but close it. I don’t know how to answer that.
“I don’t know, you saving me from… that,” I motion to the body that lay between us, “will go a long way with them but… I don’t even know who you are.” She takes a deep breath and stands tall. She is taller than me so I have to look up.
