The Rosey Thorn

Chapter 16

The prick of the needle pierced my skin. The drug quickly took effect, making me slump, so Bruno caught me and took me to my room, while El Toro followed.

"You are very desired,” El Toro begins. "One paid a high price for a night with you. Take her clothes off, Bruno. He wants her naked when he comes in.”

My body laid frozen as he began to take my clothes off, but the look on Bruno’s face says that he did not agree. “I don’t know why you let them rent her. You claim her as your favorite, yet you let them f**k her.”

“Yes, Bruno, she is my favorite. I keep her close to me so no one else can get close to her or touch her, but money talks.”

“Then why do you pass her around to the men then?”

“It’s her punishment for being disobedient. Why do you care, Bruno?”

“I don’t,” Bruno growls.

I slightly felt the cold air hitting my naked body. My mind begins to fog, and I barely feel a hand brush on my cheek. I heard them open the door and a new voice entered the room.

“You have an hour. No bite marks or bruising,” I hear El Toro say. The door closes, and I see a man walking towards me, his smile predatory. Before anything else could happen, my mind went dark.

I can hear the moaning and groaning of men as they take and use the drugged-up girls. They have no idea what is going on. I know that feeling. Unable to move. Unable to scream. Unable to defend themselves.

Unable to die.

Yeah, I know that feeling.

This was the second warehouse in Georgia I infiltrated. The first one didn’t have Cielo. I killed every man — client and worker there. I left the bodies and called the police. I made sure the women were taken care of before disappearing into the night.

Now, I’m here in the second warehouse moving stealthily from room to room. Well, it wasn’t really a room, more like office cubicles. There were small with side-by-side curtains that separated each cubicle. Twin-size mattresses were the only thing that was provided. Some of the girls were naked and others had little clothing.

It even stinks in here of s*x, urine, and body odor. These girls seem like they haven’t taken a bath in a long time. The clients don’t care that the women smell, according to the man in Duluth, a contact who handles payments and sends men to the warehouses. These warehouses are cheaper and give easier access. The Kentucky one is more expensive with clients that are more “classy.” How do I know? Because the guy that manages these warehouses told me right before I killed him. The women there are dressed to look elegant and desired, while the women here stink and look like trash and are hardly desired. They are cheap and are used for pleasure. They don’t deserve this.

Cielo’s not here. It’s time to clean up. I went into one of the cubicles where a man was distracted in his pleasures. Sneaking up on him, I grabbed his head and sliced his throat. I covered his mouth to suppress his gurgling as I dragged him off the drugged girl.

The gurgling finally stopped. He’s dead. Good. I went to the girl and her eyes were shot. Her skin was cold and there was a slight trembling in her body. Looks like she hasn’t had a hit in a couple of days. Soon her guards will come teasing her with drugs that will make her beg like a dog. That didn’t happen to me — well I was drugged, but not always. Not to the point where it became an obsession, and I wasn’t teased by it. El Toro made sure that I wasn’t hooked on it, the one thing I was grateful for. Bruno and El Toro didn’t want me strung up. But they also didn’t want me to fight the clients.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please…more drugs.”

I want to cry about how broken she was, but she’s different from me. She’s crying out for more drugs, whereas I cried for death. I wanted to die rather than Jake finding me.

“Don’t worry,” I say softly. “You will get it.”

She smiles thinking she’ll get more drugs even though I meant that she’ll get help. I get out moving silently to do the same thing I did to the dead man. Instead of s*x and body odor, the warehouse stinks of death. I made a call to the police, tipped them off and left. A minute after I left the driveway, dozens of police cars with their sirens blaring past me.

Soon the girls will be safe and, hopefully, won’t be scarred for the rest of their lives. I know I have. It’s hard for me to sleep. Afraid of being attacked or thinking that I’m still dreaming and that when I wake up, I’m still with El Toro.

To be honest, I haven’t slept since I escaped, and I have no intention of going to sleep. Probably not until El Toro’s dead and I will kill him, even if it means losing my life to do it.