Warrant

by S. L. Schiefer

  Swallowing, I nod. Dear Christ, please, please, help me get through this.

  This is like a train wreck. I’m not able to look away. I don’t want to know what they’re doing, but part of me wants to be somewhat prepared with what they’re coming at me with. When my father nods, one of the guys I don’t know comes toward me pulling a knife out of his pocket.

  Fuck. Me. I wish that what was going to happen. I can take the pain of being fucked, but I don’t think I’ll survive a knife. In any way they choose to use it against me.

  This guy comes right next to my right side even with my stomach. He glances up at my asshole father and once again receives a nod. I feel the tip of the blade start to dig into my skin, right below my ribs. He gives me a somewhat-sympathetic glance of his eyes before he really digs it in. I lose this game after three seconds. I’ve never considered myself a quitter before. But this is one game I don’t have any desire to play along with.

  Scream after scream tears out of me before my throat is raw and no sound comes out when I try to scream. My vision is hazy, everything is coming in and out of focus when I see a figure approach me.

  “Okay, Devon. I think you have had enough of my man’s torture. Don’t you think? Now it’s time for something else.” He turns to someone else, and hands them something. He starts undoing his trousers and pulling them down. Christ. Now he wants to go here? “Devon, sweet girl. It’s time your detective sees exactly why you were put on this Earth. It was the same circumstances that brought you into this world, it will be the same that take you back out of it.”

  When he started talking tears were building up, but after he says that, I start sobbing in earnest. I wasn’t going to cry over this anymore. But I don’t want to die either. Not by anyone’s hands.

  “You’ll stand to where you can get a picture of her whole body and still be able to see my cock penetrating her ass.” He undoes the restraints holding my limbs down and pulls me down the table. He pushes my legs up to my head. I’m in so much pain I can’t even form a single coherent thought to protest. “Look at all that blood. Blood always made me hard.” He runs his hand over my stomach and coats his hands, then what does he do? He wraps that hand around his dick. Gross. “Need some kind of lube. I don’t hear anymore screaming. I think we’ve all had about enough of that godforsaken noise.”

  If I didn’t already know this, it would be in this moment that I know that my father is a truly sick man. I feel his cockhead at the opening of my ass. I’ve been so used this past week that it doesn’t take much for him to fully seat himself inside me.

  “Okay. Take the picture.” I vaguely see a flash and I close my eyes. Asshole starts pounding into me. “Hey, Devon, you want to know something?”

  “Nope.” Sarcasm laces my voice.

  “Every single guy in here is going to take your ass today. While you’re too helpless to do anything, because you’re not going to be conscious for it. I watch, again in slow motion, as he draws his arm back and his fist flies. Hitting me square in the face.

  **

  Do you know what the worst thing is about being knocked out and being held against my will? Not knowing what they really did to me while I was out. I wake up back in my room an undetermined amount of time later. I can feel my face is swollen the moment I try to open my eyes. Makes me happy there are no mirrors in here.

  I try to sit up but my whole body aches. My arms won’t even hold my weight. Even trying to roll to my side sucks. I make it, though. Once I think my legs are steady enough, I give myself a mental pep talk, trying to convince my legs we need to stand. But they seem not to be listening to my brain.

  The door opens, and I don’t even care enough to look to see who it is. I figure whoever it is will make their presence known. Much to my surprise, it is Evan. He has what looks like antibiotic cream.

  “Lay back down, Devon.” His voice is soft.

  “I want to know what it looks like. How bad it is,” I say hoarsely. God, my throat hurts. And my stomach chooses that moment to make its presence known.

  “You can look when I’m done. Let me get you cleaned up, then I’ll go down to the kitchen and find something for you to eat that won’t be too heavy on your stomach. Sound good?” But he doesn’t wait for my response, he just gently pushes on my shoulder to get me to lie back.

  “You’re not the boss of me,” I tell him. He just raises his eyebrow at me and chuckles. “How many days?”

  His face turns grim, so I close my eyes. “Just tell me.”

  “You have five days left.” It’s like he’s resigned himself to my fate as well. I seriously hope that Enzo can work some magic and get me the fuck out of here.

  “I was out for two days. Two. Days.” I continue to keep my eyes closed. He doesn’t respond, just starts cleaning the blood off and applying the cream to my stomach. Each swipe of his hand stings like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’m sure I would much rather sit through childbirth than this shit. After a few minutes of him tending to me, he stands and wipes his hand on the towel he has.

  “I’ll be right back, try not to move around too much. You’ll only hurt yourself more.” His voice gets softer as he gets closer to the door.

  “No shit, Sherlock.” I know he won’t hit me for being a smart ass. I can only hope that the security cameras don’t have sound. I hear the click of the door closing and locking in place, so I try to sit back up again, but give up shortly after trying. I glance down my body, to see what the mess looks like.

  I’m shocked speechless. Even if I make it out of here alive, I will never forget my time here. Not that I would ever forget anyway. But that asshole had his name carved into my stomach. His fucking name.

  I maneuver the sheets with my feet to get it close enough to grab before pulling it up to my neck, creating a barrier between myself and the door. And so I don’t have to look at myself like this—bruised. Some might call this broken, though. I sort of curl into a ball.

  I’ve never missed my mom. But there comes a time when a girl needs her mother. I’m having one of those times. She would know what I’m going through. Well, I don’t think she ever had a name carved into her stomach. But everything else she would get.

  When a knock sounds on the door, it startles me from my daydream. Evan walks back in holding a plate of food and a cup of what looks like juice. He sets the plate in front of me on the bed and places the cup on the nightstand. Looking at the plate, I see two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I give a half smile. I ate a lot of these growing up. It was basically the only thing we ever had constantly in the house.

  “Okay, I have to get back downstairs. Please, try to hang in there. Trust that we’re doing everything we can on our end.” He runs his hand down my arm in a comforting gesture.

  “It’s hard to trust a system that has only failed you.” I look at him, trying to convey with my eyes that I do trust him. He nods and stands up, doesn’t say another word, then leaves the room. Leaving me alone with my thoughts. Someone in my situation never needs to be left alone with their thoughts.

  Chapter 33

  Brian

  “I just got confirmation that the case is officially being dropped from Zach,” I say to the room in general. No one acknowledges me, though. We have five days to figure out how we’re going to handle the rest of this shit with her detective.

  “Sir, I just took her some food. I hope that was okay?” Evan asks me.

  “Yeah, that’s fine, Evan. We don’t want her dying because she isn’t eating.” I want to watch that girl die.

  “Perfect. Is there anything else I can do for you tonight? I have some errands I need to run in town and take care of if that is okay?”

  “Sure, go ahead, son. You can have three hours to yourself. Go see your mother and make sure her medicine is still helping. You know if you ever need any help with anything for her to let me know, right?” I ask him.

  “I do. Thank you so much for that, sir,” he replies. He turns on his heels and walks ou
t.

  I was so proud of the boy when I watched him taking Devon on the tapes. Granted, it looked like he was making love to her. But she still got used so I don’t give a fuck how he got his rocks off. I laugh. There is a special place in hell for me. I just know it.

  Chapter 34

  Matt

  (Evan)

  I feel a tremendous amount of guilt over the fact that I had my dick inside Enzo’s girl’s pussy. There are so many reasons why it was so wrong, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying it. And now, I have to go have a sit down at my mom’s house. With the captain and Enzo. I’m not freely offering up the information that I had to take her, but if he asks, I won’t lie. I just hope the captain can keep him from kicking my ass or killing me.

  I hop in the car I was provided with when I “took” this job. Apparently, since I’m the right-hand man to one of the top prostitution ringleaders, I have to drive in style. I can’t say I won’t miss this. It’s an Infiniti G35 Coupe. She handles like a fucking wet dream.

  Ten minutes later, I’m pulling into my mom’s driveway. I feel terrible that I have to use her as a cover, but she doesn’t mind. Dad was a cop too, so she’s good at sacrifice. She’s always done whatever she can to help us in any way. That’s my mom for ya.

  I put the car in park and get out the car, leaving the keys in the ignition. Here in Lewis Center no one bothers your shit. Everyone in this city is rich. They all have their toys to play with; they don’t need anyone else’s.

  As I walk up the front path, I admire the landscaping around my parents’ house. My mom has never paid anyone to take care of her home. Even now, in their sixties, her and my dad still do everything. He even push mows the yard. I’ve tried to get him to tell me when it needs done so I can help, but he never does. Damn stubborn old man.

  My mom opens the front door before I can even knock on it, in true Mom-like fashion. She coos and coddles me for a few minutes, and then sends me off to the den, where my fate is awaiting me. Damn it, I wasn’t this nervous on my way over but now that I’m here … shit, I don’t want to die. I need to see this through until the end. I have to.

  Dad is sitting in his recliner in the living room as I pass. I spare a glance at him and he gives me a thumbs up. Jesus, wiseass. He may be a stubborn old man, but he still acts like he’s in his twenties.

  The door to the den is open when I reach it so I just walk in. Enzo is pacing back and forth like a maniac. I shake my head and go to the comfortable leather chair that’s on the other side of the desk. I need something in between us for this conversation.

  “Captain, what the fuck does this guy have to do with Devon?” Enzo demands.

  I just stare at the captain. I don’t even want to be the one to fill him in on any of this. I’ll wait until he starts directing his questions my way.

  Chapter 35

  Enzo

  I just stare at the captain expectantly. I want to know how Matt is involved with all of this. He open and closes his mouth of a couple times, trying to figure out how he’s going to say whatever it is that he has to tell me. And I know that I’m not going to like any of this.

  “Enzo. I need you to remain calm. You are not allowed to speak whatsoever, until I am finished filling you in. Do you understand?” he asks me.

  “I understand. I don’t like this shit at all. If I can’t speak, I hope you realize I’ll get up and pace,” I tell them, raising my eyebrows. Daring them to argue with me. When neither of them say anything, I wave my hand through the air telling them to continue.

  “Matt has been undercover with the people who are in charge of the whole operation for the past two years. We have been trying to nail something on this guy for even longer than that. We didn’t make the connection until a few days ago that these are the same people who are holding Devon.” Before he even finishes that sentence, I jump up out of my chair and furiously stomp back and forth.

  “After I read the texts that Brian, that’s who is in charge, sent you, I knew. I knew one-hundred percent that he had Devon. Since Matt has been working behind the scenes, and left to go undercover before we hired Zach. Zach has no idea who he is. Enzo, Zach is our mole.”

  He pauses, looking at me with pity. But I don’t fucking want his pity. I want Devon back and all those motherfucking people’s heads on a stake in my front yard. I’m going to go all Dracula on their asses if I ever get to them.

  “We also know that Brian … is Devon’s dad.” What. What? That is what throws me off more than anything else they could possibly tell me. I stop pacing and bend over, placing my hands on my knees. Jesus. That poor fucking girl. She’s going to need some therapy when I get her back.

  “Enzo. It gets worse.” How can it get worse? “Her dad has been raping her since she’s been there. And … so has every person in that house.” A rage unlike anything I’ve ever experienced courses through my veins. I’m trying so hard to hold myself back.

  “Every person in that house, huh?” I face Matt. “If you so much as hurt a single hair on her head, I will fucking kill you!” My voice rises with each word until I’m screaming at him.

  The captain gets up out of his chair and moves closer to me. “Now listen to me. He didn’t have a choice. He’s supposed to conduct himself in such a manner that won’t give him away. If they start to doubt him for one second, they’ll kill him. Then we’ll have no way at getting your girl back. Now, I know that is not what you want at all.”

  No. What I want is an AR-10 and I want to know where these motherfuckers are keeping her. Then I’m going to go in that house and I’m going to light every single one of them up. And I will do it all with a smile on my face.

  Does that make me crazy? Probably. Do I give a damn? Nope. I don’t give a single fuck.

  Chapter 36

  Devon

  Four days left. I’m still in a lot of pain from yesterday, and I figured out that if I don’t move suddenly my cuts won’t break open and start bleeding again. So I’ve been doing some very slow pacing around the room.

  I’ve had so much time today to study the room. I know where every crack in the wall is, every stain in the carpet, and every spot in the floor that squeaks. Those first two things won’t help me stay alive. But the last one could give me an advantage. Of what, I’m not sure yet.

  So far today no one has come into the room to “see” me. I’m suspicious considering how many times people have been in here daily, yet today, nothing. I’ve checked the lock on the door many times today, and it’s been unlocked each time. I don’t know if I’m allowed out of the room, so I haven’t tried to leave.

  I don’t even know what time is; there is no clock in here. But I think it’s close to noon judging by how long I’ve been awake. Not that I sleep much. It seems that every time I fall asleep, I jerk awake minutes later.

  I’ve been talking to myself today, not out loud of course, but I miss human contact. I miss my friends. I miss school. I never thought these words would come from me, but there’s a first for everything.

  I miss dance almost as much as I miss Enzo. Sure, I could dance around the room to imaginary music. But I don’t want anyone to see me dance in here. That will only give them ideas. And I will not dance for a single one of them.

  I take a trip into the attached bathroom to pee. Without any clothes to slow me down, this is probably the quickest I’ve ever been in and out of a bathroom. That, and I don’t want to look in a mirror so I avert my eyes each time.

  When I come back out, Zach is standing in the middle of the room. I didn’t even hear the door open or close. Shit.

  “Devon. Just who I wanted to see.” Right, who else does he expect to find in here? “Hop on the bed, sweetheart. We were all downstairs chatting, getting ready for the event this weekend, so we almost forgot about you up here. Alone. So, I took one for the team and volunteered to come alleviate your boredom.” He grins. He really shouldn’t grin. He’s not an attractive guy and him smiling makes it worse.

 
But an idea forms and before I stop myself, I blurt out, “Can I suck your dick first?” He visibly brightens from my question. Gag me. Well, no pun intended. “Sit down on the bed, big guy.” I walk over to him and start undoing his pants for him. All the while, I’m trying to keep myself from getting sick over this I know he has to have more than one weapon in his pants. And since I know I give damn good head, he won’t have any idea which way is up.

  I guide him to the bed and shove him down, receiving a smack on the ass for being forceful. I don’t even care. I get down on my knees and he spreads his legs. I position myself between them and take his already hardening cock in my hand. I take a deep breath and take him in my mouth. Once I have him fully erect, I start demonstrating all the tricks I’ve learned over the years. When I start hearing him groan, I slowly move my hands down to where his pants are pooled around his ankles. His hands are in my hair, helping me set the pace. I roll my eyes up to see that his are closed. Perfect. While concentrating on keeping him entertained and making all blood flow in one spot, I start softly feeling all of his pockets. When I run my left hand over something that feels hard, I leave my hand right on top of it, then use my right hand to see if he has anything else. Bingo! He has what feels like a gun and a knife.

  I can only hope that no one is watching right now, but I’m taking my chances. I take my right hand away, and start folding his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers. While my left hand is, as carefully as possibly, sliding the gun out of his back pocket. It’s a small gun, especially if it fits in his back pocket. But at least it will be easy for me to hide in here. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus, for small favors. Maybe the big guy is looking out for me after all.

  Once the gun is free, I slide it as far as I can under the bed without making my movement obvious. As soon as I’m satisfied he won’t find it, I pull my mouth off of him and he lets a sound of protest leave his mouth. Fucker.