I cried out for anyone who would listen.
It was pitch black. I held my hand in front of my face and wiggled my fingers. Nothing. Am I dead? The silence suffocated me – no sound, no light, not even the hint of anything beyond the ground beneath me. The moment I convinced myself I was dead, I heard a voice.
"No one will come."
"Who’s that? Who’s there? Where am I?"
"Doesn't matter." The girl's voice was low and somber.
It felt like a dagger plunged into my chest as I sobbed. Images of Dad's corpse raced back to my mind. Tears rolled down my cheeks and dripped from my face.
"Mom! I want my mom! Mommy!"
"Your mom can't save you from this place. Nobody can."
I swung out into the darkness to ward off the voice and its words. I was scared, broken.
Whoever was in the dark touched my hair and I clawed across the floor to escape.
"It's okay. You get used to it."
I trusted no one. "How old are you?"
"Twelve."
Had her family been killed too? Was she one of them?
"Who are you?"
"My name is Laura. It's okay. I won't hurt you."
"They, they, killed my dad."
"Kiril?"
I sobbed again at the sound of his name, reality crashing back into me.
I finally mustered enough air in my lungs and said, "Yes."
"We are his prisoners."
The girl had learned to see in the dark somehow because I felt her hand on my head once again. I pulled away.
"It's okay, I promise. It's okay." The girl sat down and wrapped her arms tight around my shoulders. My lip quivered as rivers of tears poured from my eyes. I surrendered to the stranger’s arms and sobbed into her shoulder.
"Mom! I want my mommy!" I cried over and over as Laura squeezed tighter with each word and rocked back and forth.
"It's okay. Shh. It's okay," Laura said as she stroked my hair.
A loud buzz echoed through the dark and a heavy door squeaked as a man pulled it open. It was the first light I'd seen in days. It was blinding. I put my palms over my eyes, trying to shield them. I was curled in the corner, shaking and sniffling, praying I wouldn't be hurt.
"You!" A voice cut through the gloom, loud and insistent.
The footsteps grew louder. A strong hand gripped me by the hair. I squirmed and shouted. The man dragged me across the floor as Laura yelled, begging him to take her instead.
"Shut up, bitch!"
He kicked Laura in the face and she flew to her back on the concrete.
"Please, god, no! Where are you taking me?"
The man didn't respond. He continued to drag me down the hallway while my feet beat against the tile, unable to gain traction. He yanked me into a room and there sat Kiril, staring inquisitively at me. The heavy hand of the guard tossed me to the floor.
"Are you enjoying your stay?"
"Where is my family?" I screamed.
"They are gone, forever."
I jumped to my feet and stormed towards him at full speed, fists and teeth clenched. I reared back to strike, but his hand shot across my face and knocked me to the ground.
My cheek burned hot, but I jumped and ran at him once more to the same result.
I clutched at my jaw as Kiril strolled over to me, taking his time before kneeling.
I sat up slowly, staring at the monster, and spat into his face.
He didn't flinch, only laughed at me, the saliva soaking into the bandages.
He leaned back down and I slapped him, hard.
When my hand met his cheek one of his hands wrapped tight around my neck, crushing my air supply. I gasped, my nails clawing into his hands. His face remained calm and collected as he watched the life start to drain from my body.
"You will obey."
Just as I began to see fuzzy stars in my line of sight he released his grip. I crashed to the ground, clutching at my throat.
"Where is my mommy?" I asked. "Please just let me see her."
"Your family is dead. All of them. I am your family now."
“Liar!”
“You don’t remember? That’s right, you were unconscious when I finished.”
I began to wail and begged for my brother this time. Clinging to any bit of hope that Kiril was lying to me.
“I buried them with your father.” He smiled as he walked to the door and tapped on it. A guard opened the door.
I sobbed, rivers of tears soaking my shirt. I couldn’t remember anything after Dad. The truth hit me all at once. “No! No! Please! Please, I just want them back! I’ll do anything! Please!”
Kiril walked back toward me and grabbed me by the hair.
"They can’t come back. You will pay your debt." He smiled, knowing he’d broken me. I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice.
He handed me off to the guard who yanked me into the hallway.
"This way." He led me farther down the nondescript, gray corridor. Every so often a moan or a scream would sound from somewhere deeper in the building.
I shuddered and wrapped my arms around myself.
He opened a door and ushered me inside before slamming it. I was alone. I looked around but it wasn't my cell and Laura wasn’t there. The room was cozier and lit by lamps. A bed sat in the middle.
I walked to the bed and cried into the sheets.
Thirty minutes later a door on the other side opened. Kiril entered along with an older man. They chatted in a foreign language and shook hands. Kiril led the man to me as I cowered on the bed.
"This is Mister, umm, Smith."
He nodded to the man and leaned down by my ear.
"You will do what he wants, or you will die. You will pay your father's debt. Understand?"
I froze.
Kiril walked over, opened the door, and left. The man stared at me with hunger in his eyes. He was tall and lean, a small amount of wrinkles covered his face. He had brown hair speckled with gray and hazel eyes that looked me up and down. His look grew crazed when he neared.
He reached out and touched my hair gently, then caressed the side of my face.
"Oh yes, you will do nicely."
The moonlight illuminated my long, toned legs that ran up to a pair of frayed denim shorts cut above my ass. Laura and I giggled on the street corner. Odors of vomit and garbage permeated the block from the alley behind us.
A car with two teenage boys slowed as Laura teased at my blonde hair that held a few streaks of deep purple. We laughed and flirted, turning around to give the boys a better view as they ran over the curb and bounced in their seats.
Laura walked up to the car first, swaying her hips back and forth while the boys ogled her tan stomach in her cutoff t-shirt and low-riding jeans.
"Hello," she said. “What’s your name?”
"Um, hi. I’m, umm, Parker. And this is Braden." Parker ran a nervous hand through his hair.
I walked around to the other boy's window, my slinky top clinging tight to my curves, highlighting my high breasts and slender frame. I propped my elbows on the window and leaned in, fully aware of the bulges in their pants.
"Whatcha up to tonight?" I smiled.
"We were, well, we were wondering..."
Laura and I grinned at each other.
"I doubt you can afford the fun we like to have." Laura tossed her hair over her shoulder.
Parker flashed a large wad of cash from his pocket. Our eyebrows rose.
"Maybe my friend was wrong." I reached over and ran my fingers through Braden's thick, dark hair.
"What should we do with these two?" asked Laura.
"Hell, I don't know, but I think I want yours over there. Switch me."
"You, you, you want me?"
"Fuck yeah, you're hot." I gave him my sweetest smile.
We giggled and ran around the car to switch windows. It was an old trick. Pretend to be interested in the other guy.
I leaned in and ran my hand down Par
ker's leg, brushing my fingertips against his hard cock.
"Is that for me?" I whispered.
"I don't, I mean..."
"Jesus, just pull over in the alley," I looked at Laura. "Aren't they adorable when they get all nervous?"
"Yes."
I leaned down into Parker's ear and exhaled my warm breath down his neck. "You're going to have dreams about the way I fuck you."
His eyes grew wide.
"Do you have the money?" I held out my hand.
He shoved the wad of cash into my palm and I grinned.
"Meet us in the alley in five."
Parker sped across the street as we put on a show, ending with me kissing Laura full on the lips. It was obviously an act, but we learned an important lesson long ago. Men were stupid.
"I'm not upset about this at all. We'll meet our quota early tonight. Maybe we can go out later and have a drink," I said.
"Yeah, these two are actually kind of cute. Won't be some 70-year-old bag of skin who can't get hard, trying to fuck me from behind. Shit almost puts me to sleep. The young boys finish quick too."
"Hell yeah they do." I gave Laura a playful slap on the ass.
The sun fell behind the buildings of Golem as our marks entered the alley. Little eddies of dust swirled into the shadows and a plastic bag floated in the air, drifting back and forth with the swift breeze that swept between the brick buildings. Pages of crumpled newspapers littered the ground, flying against the walls when cars would pass. The sound of the cars grew faint the farther we walked. A knee-high layer of fog hovered above the pavement. The boys stood there, hands shoved into their pockets as they fidgeted.
Laura grabbed Braden and led him away. I walked up to Parker who trembled.
"You're going to shake harder than that when I'm done with you." I locked my soft lips on his. I ran my hand over his chest and down to the bulge in his pants. Wow, a decent cock.
"How do you want me, Parker?" I ran my mouth along his neck and collarbone, brushing my lips up against his salty skin.
"I, I, I don't—"
I ran a finger up to his lips and caught a glimpse of Laura on her knees, Braden's cock disappearing in her mouth as his head tilted back toward the moon.
"Do you want to touch me?"
Parker nodded.
I reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. My breasts bounced lightly and the air rushed over my tight nipples, sending a chill up my arms. I backed up to Parker and pushed my ass into his crotch. I grabbed his hands and put one on each breast. He massaged me tentatively at first.
"You like my tits?"
He nodded again, completely focused on me. His cock grew even stiffer against my ass.
I spun and pressed my lips to his again, digging my fingernails into his scalp with one hand and running the other down to his shaft.
"I need this fucking cock."
I unbuttoned his pants and yanked them to the ground, freeing his length from captivity.
"That's what I'm talking about." I palmed it gently.
I sank to my knees and teased his head around one of my nipples, guiding him back and forth over my breast. I flicked my tongue on the tip and his hips backed into the car.
Distant moans penetrated my ears. I glanced over to Braden plowing into Laura. Nerves fired through my inner thighs.
I took all of Parker into my mouth, sucking forcefully as his head flew back into the car.
"Shit." He moaned.
I took him into my throat and snaked my tongue around his shaft as he gripped the door handle.
I slid him from my mouth, a momentary reprieve before I dove back onto it, bobbing rapidly and stroking on his base with one hand in perfect rhythm.
He wasn't going to last long. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a condom.
"You wanna fuck me from behind?"
"God, yes."
I bit the end of the wrapper and spit it on the ground before smoothing the condom down his big prick, teasing the head with my thumb.
I heard Laura moaning as Braden throttled her from behind. Damn it. I picked the wrong one.
I looked back at Parker's light blue eyes and chiseled face, deciding he was worth the trade.
I stood and lowered my shorts to the ground, revealing a bright pink thong parting my ass cheeks.
I bent over, fingers splayed on the brick wall, offering myself to him.
He approached me, looking helpless and lost. I needed to make him more comfortable.
When he neared, I reached back for his dick with one hand and pulled my panties to the side with the other.
"Just do what I tell you, okay?"
"Okay."
I teased his head around me for a moment, then pressed him to my clit and stroked it back and forth.
"Holy shit." I squirmed. "You ready?"
"Okay."
I worked the tip inside my pussy and inched him into me.
"Oh my god, your cock feels so fucking good inside me." I squeezed around him.
I needed Parker to fuck me — hard. I reached back and dug my nails into his hip, pulling him into me deeper and faster.
"That's it. Fuck me hard, Parker." I moaned.
My legs began to tremble as my aching cunt clenched around him and he drilled into me from behind, harder and faster. The throbbing in my clit was too much and I finally gave in, waves of nerves fired through my hot cunt into the tips of my toes and fingers as I bucked my ass into his thighs.
"Fuck!" I gasped, becoming lightheaded in a euphoric daze.
I looked back into Parker's eyes and could tell he was about to explode.
"Stand still," I said.
He watched as I started backing my ass into his pelvis, driving his cock to the hilt over and over. Smacking echoes of wet flesh on flesh filled the alley to the rhythm of our thrusts.
"That's it. You gonna come for me?"
He closed his eyes and nodded, unable to take it anymore as he grabbed the sides of my firm ass and went all the way into me. He started to seize and convulse. His legs stiffened and he grunted as the tension in his balls unleashed into the condom.
After he shuddered one last time, his eyes opened. He grinned as he pulled out of me. I turned around and pulled the condom from his cock that was still as hard as a rock.
"Let me take care of that for you."
I went to my knees and teased him with my tongue, tasting the salty come as he squirmed. I licked the length of him and took his cock into the depths of my mouth, cleaning every inch before releasing him.
"Worth the money?"
"Fuck yes."
I looked over as Laura walked back with Braden. The boys dressed quickly and went on their way.
"What time is it?" asked Laura.
"Eight. Let's get the ol' man his money and have some fun."
"More fun than that? Jesus, I haven't fucked someone my age in forever."
"I know. That was unexpected. Who knew boys could fuck like that? Little bastard got me off." I giggled.
"No shit, Braden had a cock on him. Needed a little guidance, but once he hit the spot it was all over for me."
"Whew. All right, let's do this."
We walked down the long hallway to Kiril's office. No matter how many times I made this journey, a twinge of anxiety always ran through me. The large guard opened the door and Kiril sat at his desk, eagerly awaiting his take.
We walked up and handed him the money as he wrapped an arm around both of us.
"You are early. Very good."
"They didn't put up much of a fight." I smiled.
"Can you blame them?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. It used to make me shudder, but I had grown used to it.
"You finished early. What are you going to do?"
"Oh, we thought we might go grab a drink, if it's okay with you?"
"Fine. But first we have business to discuss."
Laura and I looked at each other. Usually we just paid him and left.
“Don’t be shy. Come out here.” Kiril waved his hand at a shadowy corner of the room.
A young girl appeared, walking with halting steps. I squinted at her as she emerged into the light. Her face was familiar, frightened. Tears sparkled on her cheeks as she came into view.
"Suki?” I took a step toward her.
The guard's large hands dug into my shoulders and I squealed and fought, wincing as Kiril smiled at me.
“Oh, you know her?” Kiril smiled. He seemed to relish in the fact he could hurt me with someone else from my past. "Business is expanding. You’re moving to a new city. She is your replacement."
"Let her go!" I cried.
Kiril's hand connected with my cheek and I tumbled across the hardwood floor. His face steadied as he walked to me and peered deep into my eyes.
He paused with a slight grin. I looked to Suki, her knees buckling above her high white socks. My fingers tightened into fists with Kiril's breath warm in my ear.
"You should have bowed," he whispered.
He gestured to the guard and I was dragged from the room kicking and screaming. My feet slid on the floor like a child trying to skate for the first time.
"Suki, no!"
Suki sobbed quietly, not daring to move.
I clawed at the floor. "Laura, please! Take care of her!”
The door slammed. I was gone.
My head pounded in the dark. My palm found my forehead and I massaged the huge knot that had formed on my right temple. I must have put up a decent fight. A loud engine grumbled as I tried to process my surroundings. It seemed like I was in the back of a semi-truck.
Faint whispers and female whimpers sounded around me, giving me a feel for the enclosed space and cramped quarters.
"Is someone there?"
The sounds stopped.
"Yes...are you okay?" someone asked.
"Where are we going?"
"We don't know."
"Hmm." The puzzle pieces weren't fitting together.
"Are you from Golem?" I asked.
"No," the girl answered.
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