an opening there, with stairs leading down into the blackness. A dim yellow light flickered at the top of the stairs, lighting only the few top steps. The man holding Jessica stopped at the top, and she looked back at me. There was such pleading in her eyes that it made my body grow hot. I couldn’t break my cover.
I turned my eyes away to the yellow light. An electric bulb that flickered, a fake torch. I stared at it until the light burned the sickness out of my stomach and I could look down. The man was dragging Jessica down the stairs, then her friend. El Alfa motioned for me to go down the steps. I paused at the top stair, but only for a moment. I could feel his eyes burning into me as we descended down into that maw, swallowed alive by the stony darkness.
We went down the staircase slowly and carefully. It was barely lit with yellow electric torches on the walls, and I found myself putting my hand out to keep my balance as I made my way down the steep stone stairs. Upstairs everything was marble, but down here was only gray, gray rock.
At the bottom of the stairs, two guards stood with AK 47 machine guns cradled in their arms. The stone floor stretched out farther into a narrow hallway. It could have been a scene from a medieval castle, except for the doors. On alternating sides, shiny metal doors staggered like teeth all the way down the hallway. The only sound was the high scream coming from behind Jessica’s gag.
El Alfa came up next to me. I suppressed a shudder as he chuckled.
“You did very well tonight,” he said. I realized dully that he was talking to me.
“Thanks,” I said.
“I want you to see what we do here. The girls upstairs, they are all very obedient, yes?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t about to contradict him. They didn’t seem obedient, I thought. They seemed scared.
“Yes. That’s all my doing. I have a very good training program for them. My whores are the best submissives. You see?”
“Yes.”
The first henchman was already hauling Jessica’s quiet brunette friend into one of the cells. He handled her roughly, banging one of her legs into the metal door as they went in. I had to bite my tongue, but El Alfa didn’t.
“David!” he yelled. The henchman turned and glared. “Be careful with the merchandise.”
The man nodded, his dark eyes flashing anger. I wondered who this man was, who could get away without answering his boss. All of the other goons working for El Alfa seemed to be terrified of him. But this David… he didn’t seem to care.
“After you,” El Alfa said, again magnanimously gesturing me before him.
We went into the cell. The room was dark, except for a single shaft of light coming down through the window. The window was only a small square cut into the stone, too small to crawl through, too small for a possible escape. But the sun shone through, one small solitary ray of light piercing the darkness.
David was already chaining up the brunette. Jessica’s friend. He slapped black leather cuffs around her wrists, the metal clasps locking them into place. The cuffs were attached to chains, and when David pulled at the chains, her hands stretched outward on each side to the walls. Her head hung forward against her chest. They had taken off her gag, but she wasn’t screaming. Instead, she was crying softly.
“You may go now, David,” El Alfa said, almost gently. David looked up at me, and I thought I saw a glance of something in his eye. Jealousy, maybe. But then El Alfa was moving toward the girl, and I paid attention to him instead.
“The first thing we teach them is how to kneel,” El Alfa said. “They must acknowledge you as a master.”
He gripped the girl’s chin and jerked it upward. Her eyes were clenched shut, the mascara still running down her cheeks. When El Alfa loosened her chains, her arms hung limply at her sides.
“Look at me, stupid girl,” he said. She only sobbed harder.
He slapped her across the face. I suppressed the urge to
I turned my eyes away to the yellow light. An electric bulb that flickered, a fake torch. I stared at it until the light burned the sickness out of my stomach and I could look down. The man was dragging Jessica down the stairs, then her friend. El Alfa motioned for me to go down the steps. I paused at the top stair, but only for a moment. I could feel his eyes burning into me as we descended down into that maw, swallowed alive by the stony darkness.
We went down the staircase slowly and carefully. It was barely lit with yellow electric torches on the walls, and I found myself putting my hand out to keep my balance as I made my way down the steep stone stairs. Upstairs everything was marble, but down here was only gray, gray rock.
At the bottom of the stairs, two guards stood with AK 47 machine guns cradled in their arms. The stone floor stretched out farther into a narrow hallway. It could have been a scene from a medieval castle, except for the doors. On alternating sides, shiny metal doors staggered like teeth all the way down the hallway. The only sound was the high scream coming from behind Jessica’s gag.
El Alfa came up next to me. I suppressed a shudder as he chuckled.
“You did very well tonight,” he said. I realized dully that he was talking to me.
“Thanks,” I said.
“I want you to see what we do here. The girls upstairs, they are all very obedient, yes?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t about to contradict him. They didn’t seem obedient, I thought. They seemed scared.
“Yes. That’s all my doing. I have a very good training program for them. My whores are the best submissives. You see?”
“Yes.”
The first henchman was already hauling Jessica’s quiet brunette friend into one of the cells. He handled her roughly, banging one of her legs into the metal door as they went in. I had to bite my tongue, but El Alfa didn’t.
“David!” he yelled. The henchman turned and glared. “Be careful with the merchandise.”
The man nodded, his dark eyes flashing anger. I wondered who this man was, who could get away without answering his boss. All of the other goons working for El Alfa seemed to be terrified of him. But this David… he didn’t seem to care.
“After you,” El Alfa said, again magnanimously gesturing me before him.
We went into the cell. The room was dark, except for a single shaft of light coming down through the window. The window was only a small square cut into the stone, too small to crawl through, too small for a possible escape. But the sun shone through, one small solitary ray of light piercing the darkness.
David was already chaining up the brunette. Jessica’s friend. He slapped black leather cuffs around her wrists, the metal clasps locking them into place. The cuffs were attached to chains, and when David pulled at the chains, her hands stretched outward on each side to the walls. Her head hung forward against her chest. They had taken off her gag, but she wasn’t screaming. Instead, she was crying softly.
“You may go now, David,” El Alfa said, almost gently. David looked up at me, and I thought I saw a glance of something in his eye. Jealousy, maybe. But then El Alfa was moving toward the girl, and I paid attention to him instead.
“The first thing we teach them is how to kneel,” El Alfa said. “They must acknowledge you as a master.”
He gripped the girl’s chin and jerked it upward. Her eyes were clenched shut, the mascara still running down her cheeks. When El Alfa loosened her chains, her arms hung limply at her sides.
“Look at me, stupid girl,” he said. She only sobbed harder.
He slapped her across the face. I suppressed the urge to
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