Page 5 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

I whimper and someone beside me sighs. “Please don’t make the bad men come back,” someone whispers, and I try to be quiet. I don’t know how long I sit there and try to analyze what I can remember before waking up here, but it must have been a few hours.

Lights flicker on and boots thump down the metal staircase. A few… Oh my God, there are children here… They start to whimper and cry. I get my first real look at Rooke and gasp.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers and I try to smile, but fuck, he doesn’t look good. My mouth aches and a metallic taste hits my tongue. I probably look like shit, too.

“Get up!” a guard barks, and starts to unlock chains and pull the women up from the floor and up the stairs. No one fights or tries to get free. Yes, they are crying, but they seem subdued. Another guard comes closer to me and I flinch. Rooke tries to reassure me, but my chest tightens and my breaths quicken.

“Spider, unlock her first,” Rooke tells the guard, and he shockingly listens. When I’m able to stand, I shiver. The man frees Rooke and he pulls me tight against his chest. “Shh, baby, I got you. It’s going to be okay.” He glances at the wall and the guard tells us to start moving, but my legs are weak.

Rooke lets me lean against the concrete pillar and takes his shirt off, then slips it on over my head. I curl into the warm material and sigh. My bladder is screaming and I hope they are leading us to a bathroom.

“I’m sorry to do this, but you need to take this,” Spider, I think that’s what Rooke called him, says, handing each of us a pill. Rooke takes it immediately, but I hesitate.

“Trust me, Pay, you’re going to want it,” he mumbles, and I take it. Rooke grabs my hand tight and leads me to the steps.

My head is fuzzy, but I keep my hand in Rooke’s. I still can’t believe he’s here. Wherever the fuck we are. I’m going to chain Nixen to a wall and snip his balls off with a rusty pair of garden shears. I knew he was suspicious, but I never imagined this. Human fucking trafficking! Has he lost his Goddamn mind?

Someone softly cries behind me, and I wish I could save her—save them all—but I think we’re all truly fucked. We’re ushered into a small room and the lighting is dim. Even if I wasn’t drugged, I wouldn’t be able to make out what was going on. Someone rips my hand away from Rooke and I cry out.

“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t fight them,” Rooke whispers, and I tremble. I’m gripped tightly by the elbow and pulled into a smaller room. The floor is cold, and when they turn showers on, I figure out I’m in some type of locker room. The shirt Rooke gave me is pulled off me, and I’m shoved under the freezing water. Rough bristles scratch my body as I’m scrubbed clean. The water stings along the marks as I’m rinsed and then dried.

I close my eyes against the harsh lighting in the next room, and I must have blacked out, because when I come to, I’m dressed in some silky lingerie and my hair and makeup is done.

Tears fill my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. They don’t deserve any more of my tears.

I just can't believe this is happening to me. And Rooke. Why him? Did Cal's dad find out about their relationship? And if so, who the fuck cares. He was still planning to marry me, so it's not like the contract wouldn't be fulfilled.

Except now, it won't. He really fucked up now. I start to laugh and someone clears their throat from the corner of the room.

"Is she done?" they ask, and a woman nods. She won't look me in the eyes, but she has the audacity to dress me up like some fucked up doll.

I don't even wear this shit at work. I scoff and cross my arms as a large man dressed in black comes over to me and grabs my arm hard, tugging me to my feet.

"Careful, sir. She's not to have any marks on her," the lady says quietly with a tremble in her voice. I notice the man’s hand is shaking. Is he nervous? What the hell is going on here?

He clears his throat and gives the woman a nod before dragging me into another room. There is a huge bed and a row of lights and cameras. My eyes widen, and I freeze. The man grunts and I finally get a good look at him. He’s big and has kind amber eyes, he’s also covered in tattoos.

“Please, don’t do this,” I whisper, and he avoids my eyes. For being a grunt for Cal’s dad, he seems awfully subdued.

I wonder what his story is, and how someone like him ended up here. I know I have no business being here, yet I am. I wish I could have stayed a step ahead of Nixen; I’d do so much differently if I'd had known.

Chapter Three

I've been here for hours or maybe it's seconds. The drugs mess with my internal clock.

Spider left me to lay in this bed a while ago. I don't think he was comfortable being around me while I'm dolled up like some prostitute Barbie.

My stomach churns and my head hurts. My body aches and I know if it wasn't for the pound of makeup they covered me with, I would be showing my bruises.

Glancing around the room, I notice all the cameras. I don't want to know why I'm here or why there are recording devices surrounding me.

I close my eyes and think of my guys. I hope they are okay. Nixen said that he had to drug Nate. I hope he woke up and wasn't hurt. I know he would have asked questions if his father hadn’t drugged him.

I wonder if they know I'm missing yet? I don't know how long I've even been here.

Wherever here is. The room I woke up in was a dungeon, but the rest of this place looks like some Greek wannabe mansion.

A noise sounds from the corner of the room and I begin to pray.