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whatever I guess.”
“They… they didn’t…”
As Grace’s voice trailed off, Lauren was quick to shake her head and reassure her.
“No,” she said. “Paul and Blake got to me time. For that I’m grateful.”
“You should be,” Callie said. “Last thing Blake needs is for you get yourself fucked up.”
Lauren narrowed her eyes as Callie zipped up one case and turned her attention to the other.
“Excuse me?” she asked. “Last thing he needs?”
“You heard me,” Callie said. “That poor boy’s been through enough.”
Even though she knew that there had to be a story attached to the marks on his back, Lauren pushed those thoughts aside and sprang to her feet.
“ He’s been through enough?” she challenged. “What about what happened to me?”
“Haven’t heard you complaining,” Callie said. “Night after night, sounds like he’s keeping you pretty damn satisfied.”
Lauren blushed. Even after Grace had told her that everyone could hear her screaming every time Blake rode her to climax, Lauren couldn’t suppress her cries of ecstasy. No matter how hard she tried. But that didn’t mean…
“I’m still here against my will,” Lauren spat. “And it sounds like this whole cut and run thing is to make sure that I stay his captive. No matter what I want.”
Her eyes blazed over her throbbing cheek, and Callie looked up at her with what felt like a condescending stare.
“And what do you want?” Callie asked. “Rescued? Go home? Maybe spill the whole story and put us all at risk?”
“Yeah,” Lauren challenged. “Maybe I do. Maybe this crew and those other freaks and those sickos at the auction. Maybe I want to bring them all down.”
Callie seethed and started to speak when Grace rushed to her side.
“No please!” she cried as she gripped Lauren’s arm. “Please don’t do that!”
“Grace, you’re a prisoner here, too,” Lauren said. “And you want to stay?”
“I sure as hell don’t want to back to what I was,” Grace said, her voice growing stronger even as tears filled her eyes.
“You won’t have to,” Lauren assured her. “You can tell the cops about Andy. That he sold you. You can get some justice.”
“No,” Grace said as she sadly shook he head. “Justice is the last thing that I’ll get. If the law comes for you, I’m done.”
She started to step away, but Lauren seized her shoulders.
“How can you say that?” Lauren asked. “Why—?”
A ragged moan passed through Grace’s lips, and she hung her head when Callie sprang into action.
“Leave her alone,” Callie ordered.
“Why should I?” Lauren challenged. “She knows more than she’s saying.”
“She doesn’t want to talk about it.”
“That’s right” Grace said as she turned her eyes back to them, tears rolling down her cheeks. “But I don’t know how else I can make you understand.”
Grace fell back into the pillows, and she held her face in her hands.
“I… I told you that I was passed around,” Grace started.
Lauren nodded and tried to touch Grace when the girl shrank from her hold.
“But before that happened, there was someone else. Someone much worse than Andy.”
What could be worse than the man that was supposed to love and protect her using her like a sex toy for his friends and selling her for a song when he got bored or just wanted some extra pocket change? Lauren’s curiosity was piqued, but she held her breath as Grace struggled to speak.
“He didn’t pass me around,” Grace muttered. “He wanted me to all to himself. All night. Every night. I…”
Her voice started to crack, and Callie pulled a dusty bottle from a corner and poured a shot of what had to be vodka into a dirty glass.
“Here,” Callie said as she placed the glass in Grace’s trembling hand. Steadying her back as she tilted the
“They… they didn’t…”
As Grace’s voice trailed off, Lauren was quick to shake her head and reassure her.
“No,” she said. “Paul and Blake got to me time. For that I’m grateful.”
“You should be,” Callie said. “Last thing Blake needs is for you get yourself fucked up.”
Lauren narrowed her eyes as Callie zipped up one case and turned her attention to the other.
“Excuse me?” she asked. “Last thing he needs?”
“You heard me,” Callie said. “That poor boy’s been through enough.”
Even though she knew that there had to be a story attached to the marks on his back, Lauren pushed those thoughts aside and sprang to her feet.
“ He’s been through enough?” she challenged. “What about what happened to me?”
“Haven’t heard you complaining,” Callie said. “Night after night, sounds like he’s keeping you pretty damn satisfied.”
Lauren blushed. Even after Grace had told her that everyone could hear her screaming every time Blake rode her to climax, Lauren couldn’t suppress her cries of ecstasy. No matter how hard she tried. But that didn’t mean…
“I’m still here against my will,” Lauren spat. “And it sounds like this whole cut and run thing is to make sure that I stay his captive. No matter what I want.”
Her eyes blazed over her throbbing cheek, and Callie looked up at her with what felt like a condescending stare.
“And what do you want?” Callie asked. “Rescued? Go home? Maybe spill the whole story and put us all at risk?”
“Yeah,” Lauren challenged. “Maybe I do. Maybe this crew and those other freaks and those sickos at the auction. Maybe I want to bring them all down.”
Callie seethed and started to speak when Grace rushed to her side.
“No please!” she cried as she gripped Lauren’s arm. “Please don’t do that!”
“Grace, you’re a prisoner here, too,” Lauren said. “And you want to stay?”
“I sure as hell don’t want to back to what I was,” Grace said, her voice growing stronger even as tears filled her eyes.
“You won’t have to,” Lauren assured her. “You can tell the cops about Andy. That he sold you. You can get some justice.”
“No,” Grace said as she sadly shook he head. “Justice is the last thing that I’ll get. If the law comes for you, I’m done.”
She started to step away, but Lauren seized her shoulders.
“How can you say that?” Lauren asked. “Why—?”
A ragged moan passed through Grace’s lips, and she hung her head when Callie sprang into action.
“Leave her alone,” Callie ordered.
“Why should I?” Lauren challenged. “She knows more than she’s saying.”
“She doesn’t want to talk about it.”
“That’s right” Grace said as she turned her eyes back to them, tears rolling down her cheeks. “But I don’t know how else I can make you understand.”
Grace fell back into the pillows, and she held her face in her hands.
“I… I told you that I was passed around,” Grace started.
Lauren nodded and tried to touch Grace when the girl shrank from her hold.
“But before that happened, there was someone else. Someone much worse than Andy.”
What could be worse than the man that was supposed to love and protect her using her like a sex toy for his friends and selling her for a song when he got bored or just wanted some extra pocket change? Lauren’s curiosity was piqued, but she held her breath as Grace struggled to speak.
“He didn’t pass me around,” Grace muttered. “He wanted me to all to himself. All night. Every night. I…”
Her voice started to crack, and Callie pulled a dusty bottle from a corner and poured a shot of what had to be vodka into a dirty glass.
“Here,” Callie said as she placed the glass in Grace’s trembling hand. Steadying her back as she tilted the
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