“Let’s move. I hate sitting around waiting.”
* * * *
Mercedes was crying her head hurt so badly. She knew the tears were making it worse but she couldn’t stop. She was scared. These men had tied her up to a bed, in a nice bedroom no less, and stripped her to her panties and bra. When she tried to resist they hit her and threatened her with guns.
She tried pulling her wrists from the restraints but she couldn’t. They were too tight and chafed her skin.
She heard the door creak open and she swung her head to see who it was.
Two men. Men she didn’t recognize at all. They wore suit pants, dress shirts, and ties. They looked like businessmen and then they spoke.
Was that Russian?
“This is her,” the one guy said in broken English and waved a hand toward the bed. The taller, bulkier man moved forward.
“Better than the pictures you sent. You sure she is part of the deal?” the man asked as he moved closer and held her gaze. They had tied a piece of material over her mouth and gagged her. She felt like choking but her throat was dry.
He reached out his big hand and trailed a finger along her belly. She wiggled and tried pulling away but the ropes were tied tight to her ankles, too.
His finger grazed over her pussy and she felt sick. She prayed he didn’t rape her but she knew better. If someone didn’t rescue her she was as good as raped and dead. They were going to sell her.
He cupped her breasts. “Bigger than the pictures.”
The other man approached and smiled.
“I know. A pleasant surprise. She is special in so many ways.”
“Hmm. I suppose so.”
He stared at her.
“You will be obedient and you will do as I say, and maybe you will live. Then I will decide if you will be all mine or if I can make better money selling you to my associates for their pleasure and make some cash.” He ran his hands along her thighs then to her pussy.
“She is petite. Lots of men like that. I will accept her and the offer of the business, Randall. I will also take a taste and determine her fate with me.”
He leaned closer and cupped her cheeks and chin.
So the other guy was Randall? He was the main operator of the business that abducted women and sold them. The slimy fucking bastard. If she got a chance she would kill him. But right now she was shaking. This man, the one saying that she was his, had a mean, nasty look in his eyes. She would rather die than be forced to have sex with him or anyone he chose. In fact, she would make him kill her. There was no way she would ever survive being raped by multiple men. Never.
“Get me the papers,” the man said to Randall.
“Yes, Nicolai.”
“I’m going to remove this gag. You can’t be comfortable, and I want to hear your voice. The voice that will cry out in ecstasy as I make you come for the very first time, virgin,” he said as he undid the gag.
“Fuck you,” she spat at him the moment the material left her mouth. His eyes widened and darkened.
He sat up and then straddled her.
“Fuck me? I don’t think so. You will obey,” he said and began touching her, caressing her breasts as she fought the restraints. She was crying and screaming at him when he struck her across the mouth. She growled, feeling so very angry she thought if her hands were free she could kill him herself.
“Get away from me. I will never be yours.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He covered her mouth and kissed her, plunging his tongue between her teeth and lying all his weight on her body, crushing her.
She didn’t know what to do. She was so desperate, so angry, she bit down on his tongue, hearing his roar instantly. He pounded on her body and she opened her mouth and cried out, releasing him, tasting the disgusting blood and his scent in her mouth and through her nostrils. She was sick and could vomit.
The sound of alarms blaring drew his attention toward the door.