Page 139 of Morally Corrupt

"Hija de puta!" he curses and backhands me.

Hard.

This time, the force of his slap catches me off guard and throws me sprawling on the cage's floor. The other girls all scurry to the back to avoid any punishment.

My hand goes to my cheek, and I feel the sting of it.

I want to spit out what I think must be blood and kill the fucker.

But I can't.

So, I pretend.

I sob my heart out.

From the corner of my eye, I see the guard who hit me unbuckle his belt, and for the first time ever, something akin to fear grows in the pit of my stomach.

"Cabrón," the other guard tells him off again, this time more annoyed.

"You're lucky," the douchebag says, palming and stroking himself in front of me. He stares at me for a few seconds before he locks the door and goes to the cell across. He takes one of the women wearing a red dress and drags her directly in front of our cell's door. He shoves her to her hands and knees and gives me a satisfied gleam.

"See what you caused." He lifts the red dress and throws it over her hips so that her ass is exposed, and without any preliminaries, he impales himself in her.

She gives out a pained wail, before falling silent when he grabs her collar once again, and her body spasms from the electrical stimuli. Her head is hung low as she stares at the ground. His grunts are the only sounds filling the air now.

I tilt my head, watching the scene in front of me with tears on my cheeks. I don't care about the woman being raped in front of me.

Not personally.

Though the act itself goes against everything I believe in, and so, Iwillremember the face of this fucker. And hewilldie by my hand.

The other guard just watches as he pumps in and out of her. He finishes with a moan and clutches at the hips of the woman to stabilize himself.

"¿No te cansas de mirar?"He gloats to his friend while zipping himself up. He then shoves the woman in her cage and gives me another heated look before leaving.

Now I realize why Diego gave me a white dress. Thatcouldhave been me.

Hours pass before we're mobilized towards the main area of the club. Hours in which I don't try to talk to the other girls again, not after that display.

We're given food once… if that can be called food. It's no wonder why some of these girls look so skeletal.

I scrunch my nose at the food, but I refuse to eat it. God knows what they could have put in it. The guard who comes to take the empty food containers is the one who was only watching earlier. He sees my untouched food and raises an eyebrow.

I refuse to acknowledge him, or anyone, really. I need to preserve my strength.

After the unsuccessful dinner, the cages are emptied one after another, until our turn comes. Guards come in and hook leashes to our collars, and then they proceed to lead us down the corridor in a prisoner row. They take a few turns before we are led in another room that I'm guessing is connected with the stage.

We're the only ones here, so I'm thinking the other people have already been auctioned off, and our category is next.

The guards bark some commands at us and tell us to stay put. Immediately, one after another, girls are led by their leashes towards this huge double door.

I'm trying my hardest to listen to everything that goes around me while still trying to look as terrified as the girls in front of me are.

At this point, I have no notion of time…

In fact, I'm almost bored waiting for my turn. When the guard comes for me and tugs me towards those same double doors, the only feelings brewing in my chest are anticipation and curiosity.

Behind the double doors is a vast room, the size of a basketball court. It's mostly filled with technical equipment, and a few people are running around checking things. I also see the electric grill in one corner.