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“But I didn’t take it, and you punished him, so why can’t you just let me go?”
Her begging turns me on. “When did you last eat?” I ask, running my finger over her protruding hip bone.
“Please, I’ll do anything, just let me go.”
“I asked a question. Answer.”
She slaps me. It comes from nowhere, and for a second, I freeze, hardly believing she’d dare to be so stupid. I grab her by the throat and see panic in her eyes as I back her up towards my desk. I push her against it, and she leans at an awkward angle. “You have a choice. You obey me and I treat you well enough to feed you, or I let my men in here to carry out the worst afternoon of your life.”
I loosen my hold, and she gasps. “I’m not good at obeying,” she spits, trying to land a kick to my shin but missing.
I grin, backing away. “Very well.” She stands, keeping her hands gripped on the edge of my desk. “Maxim,” I shout. I’m not used to disappointment, and I’ll hate to see this one hurt, but she’s made her choice. By tomorrow, she’ll be in a crate in the back of a lorry to fuck knows where, and I’ll never think about this moment again.
My men return, and I grab her by the hair. She cries out, releasing her death grip on the desk, and I shove her in front of me. “She’s ready.”
“Come,” Maxim orders.
“No,” I cut in. “Do it here.”
I round the desk and take a seat. My men shift awkwardly. I’ve never shown an interest in watching these women break, but I’ve never been in a situation where we’ve stumbled across a woman like her. So, I relax in my chair and loosen my tie. She’ll be so high by tomorrow evening, she’ll forget what I look like.
“Alek,” Maxim says sharply, causing my men to jump to attention, “get on with it.”
GRACE
The last time I felt fear like this was my first night sleeping rough. I was a nervous wreck. If it hadn’t been for Danny, I probably wouldn’t have survived as long as I have. But something about these men tells me my luck’s about to run out.
They’ve stripped me of my clothes to disarm me, a move that’s not unheard of by pimps and other bastards who want to control women. But it’ll take more than this to make me break, so I fix my eyes on the man in the suit. He’s handsome, and the way he watches me tells me he’s attracted to me too. And I can’t deny that the way he handled me sent shivers across my body. He’s the sort of man who can break me with one hand and fix me with the other. But I’m not stupid enough to let my body rule my head, and my head is definitely telling me this man is dangerous.
He holds all the power in this room, and as his men grab my arms, I keep my eyes on his to show him I’m stronger than he thinks. He’ll break before me, I just have to hold out.
I hear one of the men unbuckle his belt, but I refuse to tear my eyes away. The sound of a foil packet ripping makes my heart race faster. Hewillbreak before me.
“Igor,” says the man, smirking at my defiance, “join him.” Sickness swells in my stomach. He’ll call this off, I know it. But Igor wastes no time grabbing a second condom and ripping it open.
“So, you’ll have them rape me, and then what?” I ask, glancing behind me as they descend. One of them squirts lube into his hand and rubs his semi-hard erection. My throat is almost completely dry with panic.
The man grins, stroking a large hand over his stubbled jaw. “You’ll make us good money.”
“On the streets?” I ask. He smirks again, shaking his head. “A brothel?” He shakes again. One of the men cups between my legs, coating me in the cold lube. I close my eyes tightly, trying to keep the vomit from spilling. “Then where?”
“Another country,” he replies. “Far, far away from here.”
Jesus, these are people traffickers. Skinny Lu from the streets once told me about men like this. They don’t care about anyone and will take women and kids to sell abroad, getting them hooked on heroin.
I feel the presence of Igor as he shifts behind me, taking my hips roughly and lining himself up, and I realise he isn’t going to break first. “Okay,” I cry out, and Igor stops, waiting for instruction from his boss. “Okay, I choose the first option.”
He grins, waving Igor away, and I sag in relief. He stands, moving towards me. “That was close, Grace. You don’t want to test me again.” He turns to his men. “Leave.” They don’t question him as they file out the room.
“Does everyone do as you say?” I ask in a low voice, watching as he takes a handkerchief from his pocket.
“Yes.” He places a hand in my hair, gripping a fistful while pressing his handkerchief between my legs and slowly wiping away the lubricant. I shiver against his touch, and he laughs. “Easy, we’re still strangers.”
“Are you going to sell me?”
He remains silent, throwing the cloth in the bin by his desk. “The doctor will need to run some tests,” he eventually says. “Comply, so we don’t have to repeat what just happened.” He leads me from the office, still gripping my hair in his fist. The men outside the room all stand straighter as we pass. “Someone get me the doctor,” he orders, and they scurry off like slaves desperate to please their master.
I’m forced to walk up the stairs, and when we get to the first floor and my toes sink into the soft carpet, I can almost pretend this isn’t happening and I’m back home with my mum. I close my eyes, picturing her smiling face, and then I stumble, almost falling to my knees. The man grips my hair tighter, and I cry out. He impatiently shoves me into a bedroom. “On the bed,” he snaps.
