jerk who slapped me? Does he know you used his credit card?”
“What’d you think?”
“Spending 20,000 dollars on a girl he kidnapped for free...probably not. So why’d you do it then? We don’t even know each other. I’m nothing to you.”
He sat on the bed in stressed worry. “Many reasons.”
“I’ve got all night to hear them,” Vicky said, sitting beside him. Her nude body brushed his, arousing everything within him.
“I’ll tell you one of them. I took this gig for money, five years ago. Moved marijuana before that...figured trafficking people was no different. I was wrong. Seeing such pain, world’s destroyed...I wanted out. When I asked to leave, I was warned...the only way out is death.”
The curvy blond gasped. “That’s horrible! So, if you’re caught...they’ll kill you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to run though...far away...right?”
“Going to? I am running...now. They think I’m on a solo job to whack someone. Instead, I followed the van. By tomorrow...they’ll know I went AWOL.”
“Take me with you!” she begged.
“Do you think I came here for a night out? Of course, I’ll free you. Just not here...not yet.”
She exhaled stressfully. “If I’m caught...will they kill me too?”
“No, they’ll resell you to someone worse. Though if you make it back home, you’re not their problem anymore. They’ve already been paid for you. Speaking of money...we’ll need it to smuggle you out.”
“How much will I need?”
“It depends on my contact...a few thousand at least.”
“Will I end up in a desert hole?”
“Not with the people I use. They deliver...as long as they’re paid.”
“Can’t we just use that tunnel we came in?”
“You saw the police. They come with a much steeper price.”
“The credit card won’t work?”
“These aren’t retail clerks. There’s no machine to swipe...credit line. They take cash...nothing else.”
“I can get the money,” she said, knowing her saved, refunded cash was at home.
“I’ll contact your husband...like I promised. I’ll have him meet you at the border with the money. He must show...there’s no layaway program here.”
“I understand. Can we go now?”
“No. Too many eyes, weapons. Things can really get fast and furious...if you catch my drift. Instead, you’ll be sold to a brothel as expected. I’ll track you...come in as a paying customer. Then, I’ll bust you out. You’ll have to stay there a night or two.”
“Isn’t that...dangerous?” she asked.
“You signed up for this type of thing, didn’t you? You’re getting what you paid for.”
“Not to be nit picky...but I didn’t ask to be truly trafficked! Role play...to play a role ...get it?”
“Well...make up your mind. You’re in or out.”
“Do I have a choice? Of course, I’m in! In the meantime?”
“We’ll do what normal people do. Sleep,” Ace said, lying back on the bed. He dimmed the light.
Vicky was insulted. He doesn’t want to have sex with me? Do I not stack up to his other slaves? I mean, he paid thousands of dollars for a night with me! Well, his boss did, but anyway...force yourself on me already!
She huffed, climbing into the bed, rolling over to the far edge. Both remained quiet, each wanting to jump the other. However, Ace didn’t want her to feel obligated. He didn’t want her to feel like a whore.
The two got little sleep that night. Maintaining a far distance, they lay restlessly in bed. Their minds swam with thoughts of the coming days. Vicky wondered what new captivity would bring.
Ace wondered if he could truly save her life.
Chapter Four
“Stand straight, arms at your side,” Mr. Tito Sosa said to a nude Vicky. The rich brothel owner wore a pricy suit, neatly pressed. His voice was commanding, tone unforgiving. A nervous Mrs. Lane followed direction obediently. Mr.
“What’d you think?”
“Spending 20,000 dollars on a girl he kidnapped for free...probably not. So why’d you do it then? We don’t even know each other. I’m nothing to you.”
He sat on the bed in stressed worry. “Many reasons.”
“I’ve got all night to hear them,” Vicky said, sitting beside him. Her nude body brushed his, arousing everything within him.
“I’ll tell you one of them. I took this gig for money, five years ago. Moved marijuana before that...figured trafficking people was no different. I was wrong. Seeing such pain, world’s destroyed...I wanted out. When I asked to leave, I was warned...the only way out is death.”
The curvy blond gasped. “That’s horrible! So, if you’re caught...they’ll kill you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to run though...far away...right?”
“Going to? I am running...now. They think I’m on a solo job to whack someone. Instead, I followed the van. By tomorrow...they’ll know I went AWOL.”
“Take me with you!” she begged.
“Do you think I came here for a night out? Of course, I’ll free you. Just not here...not yet.”
She exhaled stressfully. “If I’m caught...will they kill me too?”
“No, they’ll resell you to someone worse. Though if you make it back home, you’re not their problem anymore. They’ve already been paid for you. Speaking of money...we’ll need it to smuggle you out.”
“How much will I need?”
“It depends on my contact...a few thousand at least.”
“Will I end up in a desert hole?”
“Not with the people I use. They deliver...as long as they’re paid.”
“Can’t we just use that tunnel we came in?”
“You saw the police. They come with a much steeper price.”
“The credit card won’t work?”
“These aren’t retail clerks. There’s no machine to swipe...credit line. They take cash...nothing else.”
“I can get the money,” she said, knowing her saved, refunded cash was at home.
“I’ll contact your husband...like I promised. I’ll have him meet you at the border with the money. He must show...there’s no layaway program here.”
“I understand. Can we go now?”
“No. Too many eyes, weapons. Things can really get fast and furious...if you catch my drift. Instead, you’ll be sold to a brothel as expected. I’ll track you...come in as a paying customer. Then, I’ll bust you out. You’ll have to stay there a night or two.”
“Isn’t that...dangerous?” she asked.
“You signed up for this type of thing, didn’t you? You’re getting what you paid for.”
“Not to be nit picky...but I didn’t ask to be truly trafficked! Role play...to play a role ...get it?”
“Well...make up your mind. You’re in or out.”
“Do I have a choice? Of course, I’m in! In the meantime?”
“We’ll do what normal people do. Sleep,” Ace said, lying back on the bed. He dimmed the light.
Vicky was insulted. He doesn’t want to have sex with me? Do I not stack up to his other slaves? I mean, he paid thousands of dollars for a night with me! Well, his boss did, but anyway...force yourself on me already!
She huffed, climbing into the bed, rolling over to the far edge. Both remained quiet, each wanting to jump the other. However, Ace didn’t want her to feel obligated. He didn’t want her to feel like a whore.
The two got little sleep that night. Maintaining a far distance, they lay restlessly in bed. Their minds swam with thoughts of the coming days. Vicky wondered what new captivity would bring.
Ace wondered if he could truly save her life.
Chapter Four
“Stand straight, arms at your side,” Mr. Tito Sosa said to a nude Vicky. The rich brothel owner wore a pricy suit, neatly pressed. His voice was commanding, tone unforgiving. A nervous Mrs. Lane followed direction obediently. Mr.
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