“What do you think, sir?” Ursula asked as she pushed her square-framed glasses up her nose.
To avoid causing hysteria amongst the girls, we spoke in a lettered code when marking the girls: “K” girls were those we kept on the compound while the “A” girls were sent to the house farther back on the property to get ready for the next auction.
I stroked my chin. “K. She’ll do good here,” I said, moving on to the next.
The process continued, sorting the girls into their respective places. When I got to Savannah, I smiled at her solemn face, her tears long gone.
“It’s a good idea to go ahead and accept your fate here,” I said, running my fingers through her hair. “That’s what I’m trying to drill into your stubborn friend, but it looks like she’s a glutton for punishment.”
“You’re a fucking monster,” she said and spat in my face.
I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the concrete wall behind her. “Oh, trust me, you don’t know what kind of monster I can be, but I’m about to show you.”
Grabbing a handful of her hair, I dragged her toward the door before Ursula stepped in front of me.
“Sir, what about the rest of the girls?” she asked, her thin lips pulled into a frown.
I waved her off. “You can decide what to do with the rest of them. Apparently, I need to put someone in their place,” I barked.
Ursula nodded and stepped aside. “I’ll check in with you later this evening then,” she said softly.
I stormed out of the room and into the hallway, digging my phone out of my pocket as I dragged Savannah alongside me. It was amazing when plans fell together, especially when it gave me a brilliant way to torture my new pet.
My mind churned with all sorts of ideas as I called Bruce, ignoring Savannah as she spat curses and insults at me.
“Yeah, boss?” Bruce said upon answering.
“Bring Aurora to the Retribution room right now,” I said and hung up before he could utter another word.
When I got to the door, I pressed my thumb against the pad on the door, pushing it open when it clicked. Savannah stiffened the moment I turned on the lights when she saw what the room contained. Whips, canes, chains, cages, and other little toys hidden away in drawers.
“Since you wanted to put on a show in front of the girls, I’m going to give you an audience,” I sneered, pulling her over to the punishment bench.
She squeaked when I roughly bent her over the waist bar. Despite her earlier actions, she didn’t put up a fight when I let her go long enough to secure her hands and ankles into the cuffs. To make sure she didn’t go move too much during her punishment, I wrapped Velcro straps around her forearms and calves to secure her to the leather comfort pads beneath her arms and knees.
“I already told the police about you,” she said. “You’re never going to get away with this.”
I walked around her and met her gaze with a smile. “Why the fuck do you think you’re here?” I asked. “I knew you would break, so I took the proper precautions to make sure you didn’t have much time to talk.”
The color drained from her already pale face, which nearly made me laugh. It was the same look Aurora had given me when she realized how fucked up her situation was, that look of desperation, despair, and hopelessness when the reality of this place punched them in the gut.
I squatted in front of her. “Trust me when I tell you that every day will be hell for you while you’re here. We don’t appreciate snitches around here too much.”
“Do what you want. You won’t get away with killing my friend or kidnapping Vanessa,” she growled, her face turning red with anger.
Aurora’s voice echoed down the hallway as excitement bubbled up inside me. I couldn’t wait to see the look on her fucking face when she realized Savannah was here also. The door burst open and Aurora practically fell into the room, landing on her hands and knees. Bruce only shrugged when I frowned at him.
“Oops,” he said.
“Aurora, I’m sure you’re homesick right now, so I brought you a little surprise,” I said, smiling down at her.
She glared up at me but said nothing. I stepped aside to reveal Savannah strapped to the punishment bench, chuckling when she screamed.
“No! Savannah!” she exclaimed, her voice raspy when she tried to yell.
“Vanessa, get me out of here!” Savannah cried, jerking against her restraints. “Please!”
“Let her go!” Aurora ordered.
“Aww, is my pet losing her voice?” I teased. “Did my micro dick hurt your fragile throat when I fucked your face?”
“I hate you!” she exclaimed, rushing toward me only to be grabbed by Bruce. “You can’t have her!"
I looked around the room. “I…would think I can have her if she’s here,” I mused, sharing a “duh” look with Bruce. “But I have to say, you both are so much alike. I can see why you’re best friends.”
“Savannah, are you okay?” Aurora asked, trying to pull away from Bruce to get to her. “Let go of me, asshole!”
“Put her in the cage,” I said. “I’ve heard enough of her mouth for the day.”
Bruce nodded and picked Aurora up, walking a few steps over to the cage before pulling it over to the punishment bench.
“Get in,” he ordered.
“Fuck off, you dickhead,” Aurora spat. “I’m not getting in a cage.”
I walked over and stood in front of her, my earlier grin replaced with a frown. “Do we need another repeat of your last punishment?” I asked, my voice low. “I can have Bruce get the machine, but if he does, your brain will be scrambled before I take it back off.” She swallowed hard at my words. “Get. In. The. Fucking. Cage. Now.”
She slowly lowered herself and got inside without another word of protest, focusing her gaze on her helpless friend instead.
“Now that we’re back on track,” I said, moving toward Savannah. “How lucky are you that you get a front-row seat to the show?”
“Vanessa!” Savannah screamed.
Tears welled up in Aurora’s eyes as she looked at me. “Please don’t do anything to her,” she pleaded. “I’ll do whatever you say. Just leave her alone!”
“You’ll do whatever I say regardless,” I said with a shrug. “But Ms. Savannah here wanted to be defiant and spit in my face, so now I have to show her what happens to sluts who disrespect me.”
Savannah cried as Aurora pleaded with me, but both went in one ear and out the other. I raised Savannah’s skirt, exposing her hot pink thong and bare ass. Red heat crept along her pale skin.
Glancing over at Aurora, she held onto the bars of the cage, tears spilling down her cheeks as she tried to console her friend while knowing there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to help her. Her pleas grew more desperate as I lowered Savannah’s thong to her knees, Savannah shaking with fear under my touch.
“Take me instead!” Aurora pleaded. “Just punish me instead.”
I shook my head as I unbuttoned my jeans. “What punishment would that be if she didn’t learn from her own mistakes? Besides, your punishment is to watch what I’m about to do to her, so make sure you pay attention.”
I slipped my cock from my boxers and stroked it. Pure adrenaline ran through my veins as I prepared myself, basking in the fear rolling off in waves from the girls. My cock jumped in my hand at the thought of Savannah’s fear milking me of everything I had. I positioned myself behind her, took a deep breath, and thrust into her without warning. She screamed, her body locking up around my cock, eliciting a deep groan from me.
“Fuck yeah,” I groaned, tightening my hands around her hips and pounding into her.
Aurora sobbed from the cage, her devastated tears spurring me on. Savannah fought to push me out, but it only allowed me to go deeper until I filled her to the hilt.
Savannah gasped as I groaned, pleasure streaking up my spine as I continued to pound into her. Her hot cunt squeezed me like a vise, pulsing around my cock as I pumped
into her—but that didn’t bring me the most pleasure. The most pleasurable part was looking into Aurora’s terrified eyes, her hands over her mouth as she sobbed silently, watching as I violated her best friend. Knowing I’d do the same to her.
The grin that pulled at my lips confirmed what we both already knew.
No one was there to save her.
Not her family.
Not her friends.
Not her fiancé.
No one.
I let go of Savannah’s hip and grabbed a handful of her hair, jerking her head back. “See that, Aurora? Now your friend is a slut for me,” I panted.
“Please stop! I won’t do it again,” Savannah cried, her walls squeezing me once more.
“Bennett, please! Just leave her alone!” Aurora screamed, shaking the door of the cage as if that would get it to open.
“I’ll stop when I finish,” I spat. “She’ll think twice before she spits in someone’s face again.”
I blocked out Aurora’s protest and Savannah’s screaming and pounded into her, my strokes rough and hard as I quickly approached my release. Letting go of her hair, I grabbed her hips as my dick released inside of her, my groan seeming to bounce off the walls as I came.
Savannah dropped her head as she sobbed. Aurora looked at me in disbelief and hatred, and I couldn’t do anything but smile at her. She was right where I wanted her, and with Savannah there, it would be so much easier to keep her in line.
I slipped out of Savannah, cringing at the sight of her blood on me.
“I’ll grab some towels,” Bruce said and disappeared from the room.
I looked at Aurora. “Let it be known that anytime you act up, she’ll pay for it,” I said. Savannah sobbed harder as Aurora glared at me. “Are we clear?”
She ground her teeth, defiance in her eyes. Instead of hurling back an insult like I expected her to, she nodded.
“Say it out loud,” I snapped.
Her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath and then said through gritted teeth, “Crystal clear.”
AURORA
Blood.
Screaming.
Savannah.
Dead?
Silent sobs wracked my body as I sat in a corner. Just when I thought Bennett couldn't do any worse, he proved he could always step his game up. Once he was done with her, he called Hulk and Matthews in to finish her off.
Guilt overwhelmed me as I was forced to stay in the cage to watch as they brutally raped my friend until her screams ceased. Until she lay limp on the punishment bench as they continued to take turns with her.
And it was all my fault.
I brought that on her. On Heath. And there was nothing I could do to make it up to her. There was nothing I could do to fix any of the mess I'd caused.
It’d been hours since they brought me back to the common room with the other girls, and there was still no sign of Savannah. The last I saw of her was when they unstrapped her from the bench and tossed her unconscious body over Hulk’s shoulder, the men laughing as they carried her out of the room. I didn’t know if she was dead or alive, and no one would tell me if she was okay. If she survived, she’d probably never forgive me.
The other girls milled about, some giving me dirty looks as they passed me. I didn’t know how long I was going to be in here or if Bennett would ever take me back as his pet, but I knew I wouldn’t survive as a whore in his stable. If his clients treated the girls like Hulk and Matthews treated Savannah, I didn’t stand a chance.
“It’s not so bad when you get used to it,” a voice said as a warm body settled next to me.
I looked over at her with teary eyes and met her kind gaze and soft smile. With all the evil in this place, it was hard to comprehend how anyone could find the positive of being here. The woman had pulled her hair back into a neat French braid, and her young, pretty face was bare of makeup. She gave me a small smile with her full, chapped lips. Her hazel eyes held obvious concern as she looked at me, hugging her knees to her chest as she waited for me to say something.
“I don’t see how you could ever get used to being in a place like this,” I muttered with a sniffle as I wiped my eyes.
“It’s a hard adjustment,” she said with a soft sigh, her eyes traveling around the room at the other girls. “But eventually you just…get used to it. As long as you follow the rules, it can be pretty okay aside from some of the asshole clients.” She looked over at me. “I’m Angelica, by the way.”
“Aurora,” I replied, noticing Bruce across the room staring at me. I rolled my eyes and gave him the finger, watching as his lips ticked up into a half grin.
“You probably shouldn’t do that,” Angelica whispered.
“Well, if this is the worst place I can end up, I don’t have much left to lose,” I muttered, resting my head against the wall.
Three women sat on the couch adjacent from the corner I sat in; one blonde, one brunette, and one with jet black hair. They whispered amongst each other, giving me sly looks.
“Don’t worry about them,” Angelica said when she followed my gaze. “They’re a group of bitches.”
“Seems like the wrong place for cliques. We’re all whores at the end of the day,” I said with a shrug.
Angelica glared at me. “Don’t use that word,” she said through gritted teeth. “We all have to do what we have to do in order to survive here.”
“Okay, okay,” I said, holding up my hands. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Yeah,” she murmured. “Have you had your first client yet?”
I shook my head. “No. Bennett put me here because I didn’t behave like a good pet,” I murmured. Angelica giggled, and my eyes met hers. “What’s so funny about that?”
She took my hand and turned it over, giggling again when she let go of me. “You’re not here permanently,” she said.
A wave of relief washed over me at the possibility of her words being true. “What makes you say that?”
“If that guy standing by the door wasn’t enough—” she pointed to Bruce, “—you don’t have a tattoo on your inner wrist like we do.”
I looked down at the barcode tattoo on the inside of her wrist, relieved that I didn’t have one as well. Bennett’s earlier words ran through my mind.
Just chip her; don’t tattoo her just yet.
Maybe my stay wasn’t permanent after all.
“But what does Bruce have to do with anything?” I asked.
The last thing I wanted was to get my hopes up. I wondered if he hadn’t tattooed me yet because everyone was busy with the other new girls, but then I decided that couldn’t be the case. Some of the newer girls I assumed came in with Savannah already had their tattoo, their hand nervously rubbing at the bandaged spot as their terrified eyes took in their surroundings.
“He’s Bennett’s right-hand man. He’s only down here when he’s babysitting Bennett’s pets,” she said. “He did that with Stephanie once.”
“Stephanie?” I asked.
The girl looked at me with a raised brow. “Yeah. He didn’t tell you about her?”
I ground my teeth. Bennett had been too occupied with terrorizing me the moment he’d gotten his hands on me to tell me about any other women.
“No,” I finally said, shaking my head as I looked around the common room at the other girls. “Is she back here?”
A part of me prayed that she was. I needed to know how to survive this man if I were to stay here. My bubble of hope burst when the girl solemnly shook her head.
“No. She died a few years ago. She tried to save us down here,” she said, picking at the dry skin on her lips.
“How could she save anyone? No one can be saved here,” I said as fatigue slowly settled within my bones.
“Bennett fell in love with her. She was going to convince him to cut human trafficking part out of the business. She almost succeeded.”
A chill ran down my spine. “Did Bennett kill her for that?” I asked.
“No,” s
he said, shaking her head. “She was murdered by someone else.” After a few moments, she shrugged. “At least, that’s what everyone else thinks. And the entire time Bennett grieved, it was Hell on Earth for anyone who fell out of line.”
So, the devil is capable of falling in love.
“Wow,” I said after the revelation.
Angelica looked at me, her eyes slightly wide. “You have a chance to save us, too,” she whispered. “Make them pay for what he’s done to you, to all of us. You can set us free.”
“But how? He’s not going to make the same mistake twice.”
“Just play the game. Just like he thinks he can break you, you can break him. Even the devil has a weakness,” she said.
“I don’t know if I can. What if I end up like Stephanie? Or what if he kills my friend—”
“And what if you don’t try? You may end up dead either way.”
“Why can’t you save the girls then?” I asked.
She dropped her eyes. “Because when one of us tries, we end up like Alice,” she said, her voice dripping with sadness.
Guilt overwhelmed me once more at the thought of Alice and how I was responsible for her death. The sadness shading Angelica’s face made me wonder if she was close to her. As if reading my thoughts, she let out a small sigh.
“She was a good girl, you know?” she said softly. “She was my only friend here. Anytime I’d had a rough session with a client, she’d spend hours trying to make me laugh to forget about it. We’d spend the rest of the night talking about all the things we’d do and all the places we’d go when we made it out of here.”
Tears burned my eyes as she spoke, and I fought like hell to keep them from falling.
“We’d talk about her son and how she couldn’t wait to get back to him.” She looked at me just as a tear rolled down my cheek. I’d killed someone’s friend. Someone’s mother. Angelica cocked her head as she looked at me. “Are you okay?”
“I…I—”
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the fresh meat hanging out with everybody’s favorite slut,” a voice sneered.
Angelica and I both looked up to see the three bimbos from the couch had finally stopped giggling long enough to come over. I quickly wiped my eyes and gathered my composure as the women surrounded us.
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