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Authors: Joanna Blake
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The ad she'd found for body work had been a scam. They were running a brothel here, and from what she could tell at least 75% of the girls were unwilling participants in the scheme. Their accents told her they were from all over the world. Their eyes told her they were beaten and broken. Like her, they were the disenfranchised. No one would come looking for them.
When she'd walked in the place they'd taken one look at her and seen a gold mine. They'd told her to strip and put on some sleazy lingerie. She'd fought them tooth and nail but in the end they'd won, holding a cloth over her mouth until she stopped struggling. When she came to she was dressed in a black satin corset with lace panties, thigh high stockings and black heels.
Leaving her the heels was an oversight on their part. If anyone tried to touch her, she was going to stab them with those 4 inch stilettos. She would have already but she'd eaten the food they'd brought the first time. It was risky but she'd been so hungry at that point she hadn't cared.
Mistake. Big mistake.
It had been drugged, sending her into a stupor yet again. She'd spent half the day in a dream state, with images from her past and present intertwining. When she woke up her purse was missing. Not that she had anything in it. Her parents had taken her phone and her wallet.
She knew she couldn't blame them for this mess though. This was all her. Stupid and impulsive as usual. And now look at the situation she was in.
She wiped tears off her cheeks. At least they hadn't tried to turn her out yet. Soon though. She knew it was coming soon. She'd overheard them saying something about breaking her in before shipping her overseas.
She knew if that happened she'd disappear forever. She'd never see Kaylie again.
Or Jack.
Even if he didn't want her, she'd still like to see him now and then. Even if they didn't speak. Just his presence made her feel safe. Just his existence.
She conjured up an image of him. She'd been doing this for almost a week now, ever since she'd been locked in her room and then this hole. It gave her plenty of time to think… to fantasize. Mostly about Jack. As usual, he was staring at her disapprovingly. He'd be the first one to tell her she was an idiot for getting herself in this situation. Of course, he wouldn't actually say it. He'd just project it with those steely eyes of his. And then he'd smile the teeniest bit, letting her know he was glad she was okay.
Janet moved back into the corner and held a shoe in each hand.
She knew what Jack would expect her to do.
She was going to fight.
**********
Jack didn't even bother with the first two names on the list. It was getting to be late at night already and he knew the legitimate businesses would be closed. But not the Body Work Special.
Christ, if she was in there, God knew what they'd done to her.
He would kill them if they hurt her. He'd kill them if they even touched her.
He texted Dev on the way. He told him to bring some guys in as few words as possible. He might need the backup. He didn't care if he made it out of there alive, but if anything happened to Janet, he'd loose his mind. Maybe permanently.
This was going to take some finessing. The Rub N' Tug was run by a rival gang. Nowhere as big as the SOS but twice as mean.
The Viper's Disciples.
He couldn't wait for the guys. If there was a chance he could stop them before
The ad she'd found for body work had been a scam. They were running a brothel here, and from what she could tell at least 75% of the girls were unwilling participants in the scheme. Their accents told her they were from all over the world. Their eyes told her they were beaten and broken. Like her, they were the disenfranchised. No one would come looking for them.
When she'd walked in the place they'd taken one look at her and seen a gold mine. They'd told her to strip and put on some sleazy lingerie. She'd fought them tooth and nail but in the end they'd won, holding a cloth over her mouth until she stopped struggling. When she came to she was dressed in a black satin corset with lace panties, thigh high stockings and black heels.
Leaving her the heels was an oversight on their part. If anyone tried to touch her, she was going to stab them with those 4 inch stilettos. She would have already but she'd eaten the food they'd brought the first time. It was risky but she'd been so hungry at that point she hadn't cared.
Mistake. Big mistake.
It had been drugged, sending her into a stupor yet again. She'd spent half the day in a dream state, with images from her past and present intertwining. When she woke up her purse was missing. Not that she had anything in it. Her parents had taken her phone and her wallet.
She knew she couldn't blame them for this mess though. This was all her. Stupid and impulsive as usual. And now look at the situation she was in.
She wiped tears off her cheeks. At least they hadn't tried to turn her out yet. Soon though. She knew it was coming soon. She'd overheard them saying something about breaking her in before shipping her overseas.
She knew if that happened she'd disappear forever. She'd never see Kaylie again.
Or Jack.
Even if he didn't want her, she'd still like to see him now and then. Even if they didn't speak. Just his presence made her feel safe. Just his existence.
She conjured up an image of him. She'd been doing this for almost a week now, ever since she'd been locked in her room and then this hole. It gave her plenty of time to think… to fantasize. Mostly about Jack. As usual, he was staring at her disapprovingly. He'd be the first one to tell her she was an idiot for getting herself in this situation. Of course, he wouldn't actually say it. He'd just project it with those steely eyes of his. And then he'd smile the teeniest bit, letting her know he was glad she was okay.
Janet moved back into the corner and held a shoe in each hand.
She knew what Jack would expect her to do.
She was going to fight.
**********
Jack didn't even bother with the first two names on the list. It was getting to be late at night already and he knew the legitimate businesses would be closed. But not the Body Work Special.
Christ, if she was in there, God knew what they'd done to her.
He would kill them if they hurt her. He'd kill them if they even touched her.
He texted Dev on the way. He told him to bring some guys in as few words as possible. He might need the backup. He didn't care if he made it out of there alive, but if anything happened to Janet, he'd loose his mind. Maybe permanently.
This was going to take some finessing. The Rub N' Tug was run by a rival gang. Nowhere as big as the SOS but twice as mean.
The Viper's Disciples.
He couldn't wait for the guys. If there was a chance he could stop them before
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