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Again when she g
ot up, he kicked her over and Flick snarled up at him. Her limbs might not work, and her eyes might burn, but she was still better than him.

‘Pathetic,’ she managed to croak. ‘Scut
work again. Fetch.’

‘What are you doing?’

Flick turned her head to see the women, six of them, huddled together at the door. Each had their hands bound, and were in various states of undress.

‘He’s the lackey,’ Flick said
, not recognising her own hoarse voice. ‘He just waits for his boss to throw the ball, like a pathetic puppy.’

‘He’ll kill you,’
Brianna whispered.

‘No, he won’t,’ Flick said
, trying to struggle onto her hands and knees again. ‘He only does as he’s told. He’s a slave with perks, like being allowed to rape defenceless women, because there isn’t a woman alive who would touch him voluntarily.’

‘You whore!’
Skeeve said, and his boot made contact with her cheekbone, sending her sideways again.

Pain burst in her eye
, and Flick could taste blood in her mouth, but it was nothing compared to what she imagined would come. As she lay there on her back between the cowering women and the vengeful Skeeve she made herself smile through the pain, and more than that Flick laughed and rolled her attention to him.

‘He’s gonna kill you,’ she said
, and suddenly her laughter seemed appropriate.

‘You fucking slut!’

Where her energy came from Flick didn’t know, but when Skeeve’s boot swung toward her again she blocked it with her arm and thrust it away, getting herself up onto her knees in the process.

‘You wanna watch him fuck me before he gouges out your eyes?’ Being a victim was a state of mind
, and it wasn’t one she’d subscribe to, not anymore. ‘You want to listen to me beg him for more? God it feels good when he fucks me, real hard, I beg him to fuck me. I want him to fuck me every minute of the day, Skeeve. He’s a man, a real man, and you’re scum.’

‘I’m gonna fuck you
six ways—’ Skeeve started toward her with his hands on his fly, but Glen shoved him.

‘Later!’
Glen said. ‘Don’t keep the boss waiting.’

Skeeve
snarled and spat down on her, but she strutted with her eyes. ‘Yeah, do your job, slave.’

Glen
grabbed her hair and yanked her backward. ‘You get up on your feet and walk bitch, or I’ll drag you by the hair.’

W
hen he propelled her forward Flick fell to her face, but she managed to scramble up towards the other women who were herded like sheep. New rope was tied on her bloodied wrists behind her back as they shuffled along a black corridor. A door was opened, and they all went inside another black room. The other women went to the corner at this side, and so Flick followed. The seven of them lined up against the wall.

‘On your knees,’
Glen said.

The others all complied
, and she didn’t know what else to do. Flick wanted to fight. She wanted to object, but the others were broken, and she’d be on her own.

Glen
and Skeeve she knew, but the other three men in the room she didn’t. Those three were big, bulky, and much more formidable than a weasel like Skeeve.

Skeeve
and Glen went along the line gagging each of the women, then putting a black hood over each face. Whatever was about to happen, they didn’t want to be looked in the eye. They wanted the women faceless, or they wanted to be faceless to the women – neither had positive connotations.

Skeeve
came to gag her, and took great pleasure in pulling it tight. But Flick looked him in the eye, he would never have the satisfaction of her fear. A door in the opposite corner opened, because there was a flash of light in this dimly lit room that Flick caught just before the thick hood was tugged over her eyes.

His slimy
hands fondled her breasts, and she had to suppress the urge to butt forward. Luckily for him Skeeve sloped off, and she was grateful to have the stench of him retreat. Disoriented by her inability to see, Flick remained in the line of kneeling women in the furthest position, right in the corner.

Footsteps sounded and she wasn’t sure if it was people coming in to the room, or people leaving. Still drowsy from her time without sleep, food, or water
, Flick found it difficult to focus, to process anything. Keeping herself on her stinging knees was difficult enough. Then a door closed, and the walking stopped.

‘Everything under control?’

Victor. Flick recognised him and she doubted he’d have travelled alone.

‘Yeah,’
Glen responded.

Now she knew no one had
departed, so there were more men in the room. The three thugs, Glen, Skeeve, Victor, and whoever else there was. A sniffing sound came from the line, and Flick knew one of the women was crying. The youngster didn’t cry. Flick thought it amazing that despite her terror the littlest of them didn’t give these men the satisfaction either. Or maybe she was numb to it, Flick could identify with that too.

‘I’m gonna kill her. I swear to it. I’m gonna kill her.’

Skeeve’s snivelling never stopped, and Flick wanted to crow over him because he could only be referencing her. She’d riled him up, and this time he had no one to shoot. If she hadn’t had the gag in her mouth, she’d have started the next round. Flick would not curl up and play dead just because these men wanted her to.

If Rushe’s bedroom games had taught her anything
, it was that respect was earned, and it wasn’t earned when you rolled over in fear. Flick didn’t cower from Rushe. She didn’t fear him, and if she could stand up to the face of his unflinching angry façade, she could face anything.

T
he worst she could get was beaten, or raped, or killed. But given her current predicament that was likely all she had in her future; if it was going to come anyway, why worry about delaying it.

‘You shut it,’
Glen said, and there was the sound of a smack.

‘Who?’

That sound stopped Flick’s thoughts. It stopped her heart, and brought her chin up. Rushe. He was here in the room. He was alive. Her tears started again, and this wasn’t fear, or pain, it was joy; complete relief that her love was here, he was alive.

‘New girl,’
Glen said.

‘She is disgusting.’ Sim
one was in the room as well.

‘What we doing down here?’ Rushe asked.

The fact that he didn’t know scared Flick. No doubt they would use her to scare him, but Skeeve and Glen had been certain in their words and actions. Victor ran the show. The hooligans were muscle, and Simone was... whatever she was.

‘Been a bit of a concern,’
Victor said.

A silence followed
, which made Flick think Rushe was waiting for someone else to speak because she knew he could be sparse with his words. But if no one else spoke that meant only one thing. Victor was waiting for Rushe to respond.

‘I’m not
interested in being fucked around,’ Rushe said.

‘Seems to us you’re not interested in being fucked of a
ny sort,’ Victor said. ‘You a joto?’

‘Yeah,
I’m a fag,’ Rushe said. ‘Give me the key.’

So they were locked in here, he was as muc
h of a prisoner right now as Flick was. ‘I don’t think that’s it,’ Victor said.

‘Think what you want,’ Rushe said. ‘Didn’t know you spent so much time thinking about my dick.’

Flick considered herself correct.

If Rushe hadn’t been screwing other women
, then Victor had to suspect that Rushe had released her. But the money had been paid. Had Rushe told them that he handed her over after the cash? Or did Victor know that the money was from Rushe? But what reason could Rushe have for paying her ransom unless he admitted his feelings. Except if he had admitted his feelings to Victor, then Victor would have no cause to believe he couldn’t demand more money.

Rushe was here, with th
ese men, and had to have been for the previous week. The week between him dumping her at her parents, and her being snatched from the street. Rushe had come back. He had to have told Victor that her father paid the ransom, and that was when he handed her over.

Flick tried to come up with reasons that Rushe could have for coming back here. There could be none. It was obvious now that he didn’t need the money. He didn’t like any of the men here
, let alone care if they got hurt. He was here alone. But why? And why did they need her?

‘Boys have been noticing,’
Victor said, after the lengthy silence, which was no doubt meant to put Rushe on edge – Victor couldn’t know him too well.

‘You got shit to say
, spit it out,’ Rushe said, sounding more bored than nervous.

‘You’ve never had any of the girls,’
Victor said.

‘So? I’
m not a rapist; didn’t know that was a qualifier for being part of your crew.’


It’s not,’ Victor said, as cool as a cucumber. ‘You don’t have to fuck them though, plenty of pretty girls here Rushe, you don’t even look.’

‘I’m not screwing around with the merchandise.’

‘Yeah, but you’ve not screwed anyone, not since that frisky bitch with the tits... you screw her before you took her back to daddy?’

‘What’s it to you?’

‘You’re a tough guy to read, but you do what you’re told, and get the job done. But this isn’t your gig, is it? You think every guy in this room here is a piece of shit.’


I don’t hire ‘em, and if you’re gonna ask me to screw one of your fucking—‘

‘Not one of them,’
Victor said. ‘But look at it like this.’ Now Victor wanted to be Rushe’s pal according to that intonation. ‘You won’t look at the merchandise, you haven’t pulled a trigger since you’ve been here, and you think you’re better than the rest of us. Why are you here?’

‘I get my cut,’ Rushe said. ‘If you’re gonna fuck me out of my money—‘

‘You want cash? I’ll give you a cut of the ransom, and you can walk.’

‘You want me to walk? Fine.’

‘Cool, what do you want? Fifty grand? A hundred? How much was the bitch worth? Two? I’ll give you two, think of it as payment for servicing her hot bod, man she was a peach, how did her titties taste? Was she a squealer or a screamer...? What’s up Rushe? You don’t look happy.’

‘He never looks happy,’ Simone drawled.

‘Yeah,’ Victor said. ‘You’re a superior sonofabitch... got some of the guys thinking... you a badge?’

No one said anything
, and Flick wondered at this weird turn of phrase, then it hit her at the same time Rushe spoke.

‘You think I’m a cop?’ Rushe said
, and damn if he didn’t sound like he was smiling. ‘Right... fuck.’

Flick heard movement and the crack of flesh on bone, then someone called out – and she was alm
ost positive it was Skeeve. She would have smiled, if she had space to behind her gag.

‘That doesn’t mean shit,’
Victor said. ‘We all wanna hit him in the face.’

‘I’m a cop? Come on...’ Rushe said.

Flick took the time to retrace her encounters with Rushe. Consent, he always needed consent when they had sex. But she didn’t have a clue of the rules cops followed, what they were and weren’t allowed to do. Surely they weren’t allowed to... some of the places they’d had sex would be considered illegal, but for all she knew cops were above that.

Flick would be the first to admit that Rushe was better than every man
here was, better than any man she’d met in her life. He’d come back here by choice, and that took cojones. But if he was a cop it made sense, he could be undercover for some reason. It put so many things in perspective, about why he didn’t want her hurt, about why he protected her, cops could talk dirty and have rough sex too... she was almost sure anyway.

‘Pride aside
, you’re small time... why would I waste the time? I’ve been working with you for months,’ Rushe said.

‘Yeah, but you came from nowhere.’

‘You know the history of every man you hire?’ Rushe asked. ‘Fuck it. Give me the dough, and I’m gone.’

‘You wanna walk out that door when we’re about to make the big sell?’
Victor said. ‘You gonna walk away?’

‘Not worth this shit. You expect me to have some ID number tattooed on my ass? You think that’s why I don’t get naked with your whores here, who knows what
shit they got?’

‘You fucked the Dell’s bitch.’

‘Yeah,’ Rushe said. ‘You think she was a plant?’

‘Could be,’
Victor swithered.

‘Fuck!’ Rushe
said. ‘What is it? You want me to fuck one of your bitches? That help you sleep at night? That take your mind off my cock?’

‘Yeah,’
Victor said. ‘As it happens.’

‘Fine,’ Rushe said. ‘Give me a rubber and you got it.’

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