Detained.Depraved.Defiled (18+)

Chapter 4

Alexander

I was having a great time. In the strip club I was parked across the street from when the group chat with my brothers started going off. Sighing, I pull the phone out of my pocket to see a mess of messages all saying the same thing generally.

‘Where are you?’

‘Alexander, you need to be here.’

‘It’s important.’

Yada. Yada. Yada. I can’t ditch one measly boring ass meeting with our dad. All he wants to do is to tell us about how well the skin trade is going and honestly, I don’t want to hear that s**t.

Huffing I move the dancer off my lap, should have known not to get a lap dance today, waste of money. I toss a few hundred dollars at the girl before I leave, texting away as fast as I can without being a total ass.

‘On my way, be there in an hour, was handling some business.’ I respond.

‘More like handling some ass.’ My younger brother responds quickly.

Growling, I open the door, get in and slam it closed. Pissed off even more now. Pressing the button to start my car, I throw it into gear and speed off, I very easily hit top speed as I headed back to the house. I was two hours way but knew I would make it in an hour with how pissed I am.

I speed around curves driving recklessly, not giving a damn, who is going to stop me? No one, we own the police for the next 200 miles. The closer I get to the house, the more I feel like something has been off since I left the club.

Pulling into the circular drive, I slam on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt to really drive in my level of displeasure of being here, when I feel the faintest push against the back of my seat. Without letting on that I know something, or someone is in my car, I get out, slam the door once again and walk to the back window pretending to be on my phone.

That’s when I spot a girl, she barely looks of legal age to be in the area near the club. She’s wearing an old ratted up, tent of a sweatshirt and what looks like active wear pants, leggings I think they’re called the only thing I can make out about her figure is how thick her thighs are. I bet standing up she doesn’t have a thigh gap. Her eyes are squeezed so tightly shut that it looks like they’re going to sink into her skull if she doesn’t open them soon and her hands are over her heart.

After a few minutes, and me now staring at her with shock, she opens her eyes and they nearly pop out of her skull, well at least they won’t sink in now. I made sure the doors were locked before I got out of the vehicle. She can’t get out, especially with how panicked she is. She reminds me of a bunny trying to get away from a big bad wolf. I almost felt bad and then I remembered she had hidden in my car for the last hour and was probably going to steal it.

Opening the door, I slid into the seat and stared at her before locking all the doors again. I watch as her breathing visibly picks up, and her eyes dart around trying to find an escape path.

Before I can even say a word to her, she begins to cry.

“If you’re going to kill me, please do it fast, I don’t want to die but at this point I'm done living.” She sobs and even with how weak and broken her voice sounds, it is truly a beautiful velvety sound.

“Woah, hold on, I might be curious as to why you’re a stow away, but I’m not going to kill you little bunny.” I say as softly as I can even with the rage coursing through me. Why is this young girl so ready and willing to die? What has happened to her?

“You mean you’ll let me go?” She whispers between sobs.

Staring at her bewildered I respond, “If you will answer a few questions for me first. How does that sound, all you have to do is be honest when you answer.”

With a nod she responds and wipes her face, “What do you want to know?”

I rub my hands through my dirty blond hair before sighing, “Well first, why are you so okay with dying? That doesn’t seem right. You look very young, no older than my younger brother, who is seventeen.” I question softly.

Looking in her eyes as she thinks about how to respond, waiting for even a hint of deception.

“The short answer, I ran away from my evil mother I believe she killed my dad, even though I still can’t prove it and is now trying to sell me to someone for a debt she owes them. I would rather be dead than sold. Also, for your information I turn eighteen in five days. So, I am older.” She started out meek and then added some sass at the end and then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

My father is the one collecting the debt, I am almost sure of it, he is the only person for hundreds of miles that deals in the skin trade, and I brought her right to him, which is more her fault than my own, but still. I’m going to have to talk to my brothers about this one, she would not do well in the trade, and she went to these lengths to escape already.

Something is very wrong here.

“Well, you’re very small for almost eighteen, or maybe it's your oversize hoodie that makes you seem that way.” I say gently. “I must go inside and deal with some things if you stay here, I will take you anywhere you want to go. Can you do that for me little bunny?”

She looks at me with those amber doe eyes of hers, tears forming on the water line before she says, “I don’t have anywhere to go. I can’t go back to where I came from, EVER.” She emphasizes the last word with sternness in her voice.

“Alright, we can talk about that after I handle what I came here to deal with.” I nod before exiting the car and locking the doors back. I had the locks removed from inside the car so no one can get out unless I want them to, so she will be safe in the car for now.

Lost in thought, I enter the house and make my way to the office in the back where I know everyone will be. With a heavy sigh and my mind else where I push open the door, hoping that she will stay hidden enough for my father not to find her, I need to get to the bottom of this before I even think about taking her anywhere, as much as I don’t like it. I would be in a world of hurt if anything happened to her.

Slipping in the room, I stand by the door as I listen to my father talk. “The b***h doesn’t even know that she just signed a contract to hand over her daughter at 18 years old and gave me the biggest pay day I have seen in several years. The girl will be worth millions. She is small framed, b***h said that she stands five foot five inches tall and is barely 180 pounds. They don’t let her eat a whole lot, and they constantly tell her that she is fat, so she starves herself anyways. The best part, she’s pretty and submissive due to all the things the b***h and her ‘favorite’ have put her through. Meek and a virgin.”

I snicker to myself that little bunny is not as meek as they all believe.

Clearing my throat I ask, “So, what do you need us for, especially me? Go collect her on her birthday and be done with it.” All eyes are now on me.

“I need you boys to collect her and hold her here until I get some girls out of the brothel and can put her there to have the proper etiquette engrained in her. The better she is, the better payday I get.” He retorts.

“Why should we? You’re not going to pay us!” I speak a little more aggressively than I should have.

“If you had been here when I started talking about everything, you would know that I will be giving you boys a cut but don’t get testy with me, boy. You don’t get to demand answers when you don’t give two shits about anything I do and have made that clear.”

Oh, now I've pissed him off. Good, hopefully this makes him leave so I can bring her in and really find out what's going on.

“A cut of what? The price she sells for? Do I look like I want that dirty money from your dealings in the skin trade? I own several successful clubs, clean legal clubs.”

He huffs his displeasure, “This payday will keep those clubs running even better than before boy.”

Standing up, he reaches into his back pocket and leaves a photo on the desk, I lean in, to catch a glimpse of the photo.

The girl in it has long brown hair, a heart shaped face, her eyes like liquid amber, bright and happy. The smile on her face looks as if sorrow had never touched her. Shes a small build, but thick, like thick, those thighs from before the same ones I just seen laying in my car. I was right she doesn’t have a thigh gap. God I could be that gap.

It is her, the little bunny.