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‘You’re annoyed,’ she said, casting the towel aside.

‘Get up,’ he demanded and reached for her, but Flick pulled away from him.

‘You’re really irritated, what upset you?’

‘I’m not upset. Men like me don’t get upset. I’m not one of your pretty boys, Red!’

‘You’re shouting at me,’ she said, crawling to the edge of the bed and hooking her hand into his jeans pocket to draw him closer. ‘Why are you shouting?’

‘Damn you,’ he growled, snatching her arm and pulling her off the bed.

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Copyright © 2014 Scarlett Finn

 

 

The right of Scarlett Finn to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988

 

First published in 2014

 

Apart from any use permitted under UK copyright law, this publication may only be reproduced, stored, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means, with prior permission in writing of the publishers or, in the case of reprographic production, in accordance with the terms of licences issued by the Copyright Licensing Agency.

 

All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

 

For my G...

My foolish integrity brought me here. I will always have faith in your guidance; you taught us well and I am eternally grateful.

 

 

Acknowledgements

 

As always I acknowledge my boy, the centre of my world.

A special acknowledgement has to go out to Laura for all your help sweating through the chapters with me. I want to salute Ben, who has felt every moment of the last few weeks. Next time, let the jungle gym win, and spare a thought for your mother’s sanity.

I also want to thank all of those who have been in touch with me about my work. I thank the reviewers, and I thank my followers.

I thank the girls from GoodReads for creating a distraction
from the editing abyss... and for fuelling more than a few daydreams. With a special shout to Veronica who allowed herself to be distracted to save me from an editing dilemma.

Thank you to you all. Enjoy.

Chapter One

 

 

‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’

Flick knew she shouldn’t have bothered getting out of bed today. The alarm hadn’t gone off so she’d been late to get up. Then the shower went on the fritz and she had to wash herself with the trickle of cold water that greeted her.

When she got into work her colleague Tamara Clark delighted in telling her that she had a run in her pantyhose. So that meant a quick trip to the washroom to take them off. Her boss had been waiting for her when she returned to the front desk, clearly perturbed that she wasn’t at her post – except he didn’t hesitate in removing her from it again to huckle her into his office.

Geoffrey
loved the sound of his own voice, so what should have been a quick chat took up almost an hour of Flick’s day. The fact that he was berating her for not completing a previously farmed out piece of work he’d delegated to her took up more of her day than completing said task actually did.

From there t
he day had gone from bad to worse. But this had to be the cherry on her cake. On her way to a date she hadn’t wanted to go on in the first place, the cab had broken down. Her phone battery was dead because she had forgotten – for maybe the first time ever – to plug it into its charger at bed time.

The taxi ride
to her date seemed to go on forever, and she wasn’t sure if the driver was lost, or if he thought he’d take her on an expensive detour. Whatever the reason, when the vehicle sputtered and stopped all Flick could do was roll her eyes to the heavens.

The
driver shouted in a language Flick didn’t understand and got out to pop the hood, though it was clear he didn’t have a clue what he was doing. After five minutes of him babbling in her face like it was her fault, she’d turned on her heels and started to walk.

This wasn’t a part of town
that she knew; miles had passed in the cab since she’d seen anything familiar. So here she was traipsing through a crappy area in the dark, looking for salvation.

No cabs had passed in the mile she’d walked along this deserted street. Her
four-inch spikes were nipping at her toes, and if it hadn’t been raining she’d have taken them off. Though her feet screamed, Flick was glad she’d elected to wear this particular pair. Topping out at five three she needed the height boost.

All of her shoes were heels – even those she wore to work, though they tended to be wider he
els – but most of them were four or five inches to compensate for the height differential between her and seemingly everyone else on the planet.

The first sign of life
she’d seen for six blocks was the lights in this corner bar. Oddly, there were no windows on the property. But a sign hung above the door calling the place “Dell’s” and with the picture of a beer bottle, Flick knew it was a bar.

Hoping that they would have a phone, or be able to refer her to a taxi
company, she reached for the long brass handle. But she didn’t get a chance to push it before a deep masculine voice came from seemingly nowhere.

‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’

Flick hadn’t been aware of anyone, but she peered into the black of the alleyway to her left. ‘Excuse me?’ she asked, though she still didn’t see anyone.

‘Keep walking Red,’ he grumbled.

His casual impatience grated on her. ‘Last time I checked this was a free country.’

‘Check again.’

‘Do you own this establishment?’

‘No,’ he said.

‘Then what right do you have to prohibit my entry?’


Trust me,’ he said. ‘You want to keep walking.’

‘I don’t actually,’ Flick said. ‘Who are you?’

‘A good Samaritan.’

‘Somehow I doubt that,’ she said. ‘Excuse me.’

‘No—’ His impatience was gone in that exclamation, but she ignored him and swung open the door to stride inside.

Immediately she regretted it. Six men sat around one table in the centre of the space. Two more stood at the bar, while th
ere were two more behind it. A group of eight loitered around the pool table. The space was small, dim, and reeked of cigarette smoke. With bare floorboards, no decoration, and a single lazy ceiling fan, this wasn’t her usual locale. The unexpected entrance drew the attention of every man in the room.

Flick’s
parched throat wouldn’t allow words to pass. While three of the men at the centre table were wearing suits, the others might not have bathed for weeks by the look of them.

‘What the hell is this?’ one of the suited men at the centre table exclaimed. ‘I thought you had a guy on look out.’

‘Don’t look like a cop to me,’ one of the men from the pool table said. He discarded his cue and began to move toward her with half a dozen others in his wake. ‘We’ll take care of her.’

Flick’s feet took their
time to register what that glint in his eye meant. But as soon as they did she turned to flee, except they caught up with her. Circling around, the pack of hungry wolves came in close. Her scream went unheeded as three of them got hold of her, taking her off her feet.

‘No!’ she shout
ed and tried to wriggle free while they dragged her past the circle of seated men. ‘No! Please! I’m sorry! I’ll leave!’

‘Not all alone you won’t,’ the one who had spoken first said.

The gang wrestled her past the pool table, and two tailed off to open a door in a darkened corner. Three of them who carried her through ignored her kicking and screaming. They all snubbed her attempts to free herself and dragged her through another door into a blackened room.

No lights, no windows, no sense of anything
, until she was tossed down onto what felt like a thin mattress. The darkness increased Flick’s disorientation, hindering her need to flee. Someone snatched her arm, yanked her against a metal bar, and with a grating snick she felt a cuff go around her wrist. Attached to this solid structure, which could only be a bed, Flick was locked in place. The men grumbled and laughed with delight at their apparent good fortune.

‘No, please, I’m sor
ry. There’s been a mistake,’ Flick said. ‘I want to leave. I need to go.’


We’ve got uses for a chick like you,’ someone snarled.

‘No, you don’t want to do this.

When her other arm was grabbed
, she tried to wrest free but this arm was stronger than hers, and she was pulled onto her back. Then there was another snick and she realised what they were doing, cuffing her to the bedframe.

‘Who’s first?’ they asked each other.

Tears burned in her eyes, and she tried to pull her arms free, but her struggling and screaming did nothing except make them angry.

‘Shut it!
You’ll piss off the boss, and he’ll make us kill you before we get our fun!’

Lying here doing nothing wasn’t an option. But she didn’t want to be dead. Equally
, Flick didn’t want these men to have their way with her. The mattress shifted and a hot, moist hand covered her breast and gave her a squeeze.

‘Big melons for such a little thing, you think she’s legal?’

‘You care?’

‘No,’ the one who fondled her breasts said. ‘She’
ll do.’

‘Or we’ll do
... her!’ one of them exclaimed to the laughter of the others.

The hand left her breast
, but Flick’s sigh of relief was premature because the hand then landed on her thigh and went up under her skirt to touch the lace of her underwear. Flick kept her legs closed, forcing her thighs to bar his entry. He snorted a laugh.

‘I think she’s gonna fight it,’ he said
, taking hold of her underwear band.

‘I love it when they fight,’ another said.

Her underwear was torn, and she knew it had loosened, but Flick kept her thighs together. The bed shifted again, and a heavy body landed on hers, then a wet tongue lapped at her neck.

‘Oh you’re gonna love what we have in store,’ the slobberer said.

Pulling the skirt of her dress all the way up to her waist, he tried to get his hand between the clamp of her thighs, but Flick kicked and tried to scream again.

‘Open up for me little thing, you’ll love it. I’m gonna take good care of you.’

‘Please,’ she whimpered. ‘Please let me go.’

‘Can’t do that,
you’ve seen us,’ he said, trying to wiggle a finger downward.

Licking
all the way to her cleavage, he bit her breast and Flick screamed again.

‘It’s not your turn!’
one of the others said. By the way the body on top of her rocked she knew he’d been shoved by his colleague. ‘Yeah! You went first the last time!’

Flick’s body shook, her head swam like she could pass out at any second
, but still she cried. The disgusting weight of this lump on top of her made her fight but he was bigger, stronger, and her attempt to free herself was fruitless.

The three men started to snipe at each other
, but then a door opened. Though there wasn’t much more light from the outer room it was enough to see that yes, she was cuffed to the bed, and there wasn’t another thing in this room. The space was apparently purpose built to ensure no escape was conceivable. The distraction gave her a chance to battle her bonds, but still to no avail.

‘What the hell you doing in here? You’re meant to be outside.’

‘Your turn on watch,’ the silhouette that filled the doorway said.

‘Hey no! We got fun here man!’

‘Don’t worry,’ the silhouette grumbled. ‘I’ll take over here.’

‘You?’ a second said.

The foul smelling lump on top of her shifted to roll off so he could speak to the silhouette too. ‘You never have a go.’

‘This one got past
me,’ the silhouette said. ‘Can’t have that.’

The mumbling of the man
above Flick increased but as he moved away, he fumbled each of her breasts again then stomped out of the room past the silhouette.

‘You can go first but you’ve got five minutes—‘

‘Out,’ the silhouette said. ‘Both of you.’

‘Now hang on—‘

‘You make me say it twice, and it’ll be the last thing you hear.’

‘Ok, but I’m next, and I—‘

‘I don’t share,’ the silhouette said to the men who tramped past him.

Though both stopped
, evidently ready to say more, the silhouette stepped into the room and closed the door without further thought for them.

The silence unnerved
her because in this darkness Flick had no idea where he was, or what he was doing. Chances were that he was freeing himself before his attack. This man was bigger, wider, and far more terrifying than the other three.

The other three had been scared of him, and
had done what he said. Would it be worse to have the three of them taking turns? Or this one man who could subject her to she knew not what?

‘Please,’ she whispered. ‘I won’t tell a soul anything I’ve seen. I promise if you let me go—‘

‘I told you to keep walking, Red,’ he muttered.

‘I’m sorry. I didn’t understand. If
I’d known I... please let me go.’

‘Can’t do that.
You’ve made that impossible... Do you want to know what these men do to women?’

‘No.’

‘Whatever the hell they want,’ he said. ‘Not one of them has made it out alive. They take turns. They’ll beat you. They’ll rape you. They’ll make you do every painful and demeaning thing they can think of, and then they’ll torture you; make no mistake, they won’t just kill you. They’ll make sure you know about it. A while back a lucky one was asphyxiated by Skeeve’s cock. He liked that one. He still tells the story of fucking her windpipe. That was the small guy with the creepy eyes. The one on top of you we call Shiv. He likes to cut. He tells the story of one, he amputated her breasts and fucked her with a pocketknife. She bled out for an age before she died.’

Flick didn’t need to hear this but any thought she
had of freedom dissolved with his words. Her throat wanted to close. As much as she didn’t want these men to touch her, she certainly didn’t want them to kill her either. The sobbing became unbearable and she screamed out. But she was helpless, chained up here like an animal; she could hardly move.

‘What about you?’ she wept. ‘What are you going to do with me?’

‘Boss is diversifying into trafficking, little thing like you would fetch a pretty good price. I’d get a nod for that, ‘specially if you were untouched.’

‘You don’t have to do this,’ she said. ‘Please.’

‘We’ll be out of here in minutes, business is nearly done.’

‘You’re going to kill me? Now?’

‘I told you it’s not quick,’ he said. ‘Shooting you now would be a reprieve.’

‘So... what are you going to do? My family will notice I’m gone! My boyfriend will call the police! They kno
w where I am! They’ll find you!’

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