She moved over to one of the beds and sat down, staring at the women around her. These women were professionals, knew what they were doing here, why they were here, and even wanted to do this for a living. Alessandria had been forced into this lifestyle, tricked into thinking that giving herself to the men Gerald had wanted her with was the right thing to do. God, she’d been a fool, a stupid fool, and she deserved what she got.
With no family and nothing to her name, the man she thought she’d loved, that she thought loved her, had pimped her out. She’d been wrong, and after being forced to have sex with three strange men, forced to have it recorded, and beaten when she tried to run, she’d felt her hope evaporating.
Maybe if she hadn’t told him her secret, told him that she liked a little pain with her pleasure, that she’d envisioned all these things she’d once thought were wrong and dirty, Gerald wouldn’t have thought she was a deviant and done this to her.
It doesn’t matter, because this is where you’re at now.
She’d tried escaping once, and that had ended up with her having a few broken ribs, a bruised and swollen body, and the hope that she could leave fading from her. Gerald had made sure to isolate her, to make her distant from the couple of friends she did have before he came along. She was a puppet now, a puppet that liked pain with her sex, and revealing that to the one person she thought she loved had put her in this situation.
Even if she did leave, Gerald knew her name, had the means to find her; that fear had kept her in line, because she didn’t want to die, even if she knew death would be a far better outcome than where she was right now.
Chapter Four
Zeke stared at the screens from the surveillance cameras, the ones that showed him the new women that had been brought in. He tapped his phone against his lip waiting for the information to come from the Soldiers. Every time he took in a new shipment of women, he placed them in this room. For some strange reason, the females relaxed and tended to reveal the secrets that they hid. He didn’t like managing women who were addicts, disease-riddled, or caused fights.
There had been too many incidents in the past that had resulted in women getting hurt. He dealt with sweet women to the bitchiest ones. The problem was, the bitches tended to rule over the sweet women, but Zeke kept them in line. No violence between the women. There was more than enough cock for them to all serve. Some men liked the sweet women, others wanted to tame the bitch, and Zeke made money from it all.
“What’s the matter, boss?” Randy asked.
Randy was a good man and had been with him from the beginning. He dealt with the club’s security, set up all the cameras, and had caught his fair share of thieves and troublemakers.
“I don’t like it when a woman is bruised, broken, and in pain. This woman here,” he pointed at the screen, “she’s not like all the other women.”
Randy leaned in close and whistled. “Behind those bruises, she’s a beauty all right. Do you think she’s been sold to try and get close to you?”
“No. She’d try to get my attention by being a good girl. This woman isn’t doing that. She’s accepting her fate, and I don’t like it.” Taking a seat, he watched the screen. He couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.#p#分页标题#e#
So far, none of the women showed any signs of being troublemakers, but he wasn’t done with them yet. The back alley doctor had arrived, and his assistant was taking the women from the main room, to the room Zeke kept on hand for the doctor. His business succeeded by having cameras in every room. He didn’t give a shit if he was breaking any laws. Randy was a genius for making the screens change so all focus was on the club, and not what went on in the back rooms.
“The good doctor is setting up,” Randy said.
“When I tell you to, I want you to put sound on the room,” Zeke said.
“You got it.”
Tapping his fingers on the desk, he stared at Alessandria. Her head was down, and she was rubbing her hands together. When he noticed another woman approach her, all of his instincts blared to life.
“Sound on.”
Randy typed away on his computer and the sound within the room turned up.
“Hi,” the red head asked.
Alessandria looked up. Tears had filled her eyes, and she licked her lips. “Hello.” Her throat sounded scratchy as if she’d been strangled before she came into his possession. The bruises around her neck was proof of his assessment, and it only served to piss him off. No one put their hands on his women.
It wasn’t just about that though. Zeke couldn’t get over the feelings of ownership when it came to Alessandria. He wanted to protect her, claim her, and rule over her. No harm would ever come to her if she were his.