Before he could stop them, they were already dragging him out of the room. He looked back over his shoulder, but he didn’t have time to see what was going on before it was shut behind him.
Accent guy was still very much in the room with Skye.
“Let me go. Come on, guys, you don’t want to do this.”
They moved toward an elevator, and he gritted his teeth as he tried to fight but his body was so fucking useless. He wasn’t used to being this helpless. He was normally so strong.
Sure, the food they fed them was once a day, but even still, he should have been able to fight them back. Even today with those men. None of them were trained, and he still couldn’t do a thing about the hits Skye had gotten.
He was so fucking useless. How was he going to get them out of here alive when he couldn’t even defend her right now? Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he felt a deep wave of shame.
Naked.
Bruised.
Weak.
He wasn’t himself, and yet, there was nothing he could do but wait as the elevators pinged open, and they were on another floor. Only this floor didn’t have any rooms. He saw at least another ten men, chained up.
“What’s going on?”
No one answered, not that he expected them to.
They marched him over toward the remaining space in the room and chained him up. The other men in the room were all in a similar state as he. Only, some were even worse off than he was. One guy across from him held a deep wound. It looked like it had been infected as some of the skin was dark around the edges.
“That’s Scar,” the guy beside him said.
Noah turned to look at the guy on his left. “Scar?”
“That’s what we all call him. You’re new though. It has been a long time since there had been any new blood here.”
“Long time?”
“Are you just repeating my words?”
“I’m sorry.”
“How old are you, son?” the guy asked.
“Eighteen.”
“Damn, I knew there was a lot of demands for kids, but I didn’t realize they were going so young for games like this. Are you alone?”
“No.”
“You’ve got a girl?”
“Who are you?” Noah asked, a little confused.
“Sorry, the name’s Dave. I’d shake your hand, but I can’t do that right now.”
“Where are we? What the hell is going on?”
“I can’t answer where we are, but I do know that what they have going on is a sick selection of sex games for rather wealthy clients.”
Noah frowned. “What?”
“They get paid to trap people and then force them to carry out sick and twisted games. Most are done on camera and are broadcast all over the world. On rare occasions we have something a little interactive like this. None of this would ever be legal. It all has to be done in top secret, and no one gets their hands dirty.”