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"Ollie's missing." I furrow my brow. Did they do something to my friend? I'll be so fucking mad, and then I'll really want revenge. I wouldn't mind finding a fucking knife and stabbing the men who hurt him in the chest.
Yet I can't picture our captors ever hurting Ollie. He was too important to their operation, a boy they kept around forever. He reassured us when things were tough and made us believe everything was okay.
Hell, sometimes I wondered if Ollie worked for the Diavolos, because he was so good at quelling opposition. Anytime the boys spoke about mutiny and escaping, he'd quiet them down. He told me in private that it was because he was working on the guards, that any attempts to break out would result in higher scrutiny. But I don't know if he was telling the truth.
All I know is that the guards knew he was our Daddy figure who kept us in check. They wouldn’t touch him.
Arlo clears his throat. "Do you remember anything?"
"My friend Ollie."
"What about him?"
"He's not here."
"Is that bad?"
"He'd never disappear. He was too important to this place. He kept the boys in check and encouraged them to follow orders."
"Maybe he's in one of the other rooms. A or C."
"There's no way." I pick at my cuticle. "Those aren't his age brackets. They'd never put him in those rooms."
Arlo turns his blue eyes to me. "Maybe he said something bad to one of his clients after you left. Or he was involved with your escape. The guards could've changed their minds."
I don't even bother mulling this. "He was too smart for that. He never let his emotions overcome him and he knew how to play the guards. He wouldn't have slipped up and put himself in danger."
Except when his temper spiked. Then there was nothing anyone could say or do to console him.
Rusty wraps his fingers around the bars of the cage. "Are you here, Ollie?" His voice echoes throughout the basement.
Fury spikes between my temples. I grab Rusty's hands and yank him away from the cage.
"Are you fucking serious?" I jab his side. "Don't say that. You'll draw attention to us."
"I want to get out of here." A tear rolls down Rusty's cheek. "I can't be here anymore. It's too scary."
Fuck. This is exactly the type of thing I'd say to Ollie when I couldn't handle it anymore. I’d cuddle in his arms, burrow into his chest, and beg him to console me. He’d brush my hair out, kiss my forehead, and tell me everything would be all right. He even let me suckle his nipples when I was especially stressed, which was anytime I worked with clients.
I rub Rusty's palm. "It'll be okay. We’ll figure out how to break out soon."
Secretly, I know this is a lie. I spent years in this hellhole and if our Daddies don't save us, there's no way we’ll escape.
"I can’t believe this basement exists." Rusty trembles as he presses his back against the iron bars. "The man who manipulated me for two years saw me in this building first. Wilbertson. He was involved with human trafficking and he thought I was one of the boys who escaped these cages."
I bite the inside of my cheek. “Wilbertson came down here often. He hurt my friends.”
Arlo and I comfort Rusty. I tell him he can suckle me like Ollie used to let me do, and he accepts. He leans into me and suckles my nipple, mumbling his Daddy's name as he does it. I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his temple, trying to calm him.
The sound of the door clanging open distracts me.
A guard walks into the room. "Get out."
He unlocks our cage.
Rusty whimpers as he turns to me. "Do we need to get out?"
The guard slams his gun against the bars of our cage. "I saidget out, boy. No fucking around."
