“Like hell!” I bite out, hands trembling. “I’ll never get on my knees for any of you.”
Mick’s eyes flare and he turns to me, leaning in close, his voice a feral hiss when it comes out. “Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way, the choice is yours, little girl. You can do as I say, and be mine and mine alone, or I can share you. Either way, you’re not going to fucking like your stay here so be grateful you get a choice. What’s it going to be?”
“Neither,” I hiss back, my entire body tightening. “I told you what I’d do if you touched me.”
Sharleen laughs bitterly, crossing her arms, humor dancing over her face. “You think he’s kidding, don’t you?”
“Sharleen, perhaps you can show her what goes on around here and maybe she can make the choice on her own,” Mick murmurs, straightening.
Sharleen nods, like a well-trained puppy, and I watch as she saunters over and then, without warning, she’s on her knees. Her hands go to Mick’s jeans, and I look away, my cheeks flaring. What is she doing? What the fuck is she doing? Mick takes my jaw and forces me to look, and I can’t seem to get my eyes to close as I watch in horror. She reaches inside his pants and pulls out his dick. I think I’m going to throw up.
“Sharleen belongs to me,” Mick says, his voice now lusty and think, “she pleases me where I ask, when I ask. If she doesn’t, then she belongs to them. Trust me, they’re far worse. Watch my dear, watch your options.”
I can’t, I just can’t look. I close my eyes, refusing to take in the sight before me. Refusing to let this be a reality. It can’t be a reality. I won’t let it.
“Open them,” Mick growls, his grip on my chin tightening. “Open them right fucking now, or I’ll chain you up and let everyone in this place fuck you before the night is through.”
With a pained grunt, I open my eyes. Sharleen is busily sucking Mick’s disgusting dick, her head bobbing up and down on his erection. He’s stony as a wall, standing and staring into my fear-stricken eyes. It’s as though he feels nothing at all, it’s as though she’s just...an object. She sucks harder and I feel sick, I want to curl up and spew the contents of my stomach all over the ground.
They’re disgusting.
All of them.
Mick grunts, and then I hear Sharleen frantically slurping and swallowing. This is disgusting, this is wrong, this is everything I wish I never knew about. My knees tremble and I feel like I’m going to pass out. Mick is still gripping my face, his eyes are still pinning mine with that deadly gaze. Then, he jerks my head around to the other four men. They’re all leaning back, watching with pure delight.
Sick.
They’re all fucking sick.
“Now, pay attention,” Mick goes on, “because this is what happens if you don’t serve me like Sharleen just did. Boys, by all means, show her.”
One of the men barks a command, and the two girls sit up. Their eyes are empty and hollow. I see nothing there. They’ve been stripped bare of their souls, and now they’re nothing but empty shells of themselves. They’ve accepted their fate, and they’ve stopped fighting. One of the men grips a blond girl by her hair and raises her up. She doesn’t even whimper, she doesn’t make a single sound. He orders her to strip, and she does. When she’s naked, he lays her out on the table.
Two men begin unbuckling their belts and I want to turn away, but Mick’s threat hangs in air, a warning, a promise. Tears burst forth and thunder down my cheeks as I watch them perform the most horrific acts on these girls, as if they’re nothing more than dolls. It breaks my heart, and I can’t watch a single second more of it. I twist my face, even though Mick’s fingers pinch into my skin, and I cry out.
“Stop, please,” I beg. “Please. Make them stop.”
“Seen enough then, have we?” Mick says, his voice calm and cool.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Just make them stop. I’m begging you.”
Mick clicks his fingers, and the men finish up what they’re doing, as casually as you would if you were just waiting in a café line for a coffee. I look away, my tears hot and heavy beneath my eyelids. I know what I just saw is the tip of the iceberg in a place like this, and the very thought has everything inside of me shrinking just a little. The men yank their pants back up, and then one kicks the girl in the back of the knees when she stands, and she crumbles to the floor and takes her kneeling position in front of him once more. She doesn’t make a single sound. Through all of this, those girls were quiet.