Page 2 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

It’s ice cold, but it helps numb the pain of my ribs from his kick and my head. I have a feeling that Mr. Reynolds might have given me a concussion, but it’s not the first one I’ve had thanks to sports and my father, and I doubt it’ll be my last.

There is some soap on a shelf in the wall and some shampoo. I try to wash my hair, but the lethargy isn’t helping. The water starts to turn warm and I relax for a moment, letting it ease my sore muscles and the tension.

I know I need to be on my guard here, but I’m taking these few moments to imagine that I’m home or back at Patience’s place, showering. I’m ignoring that there is a strange man, who is more my age than I think he wants me to know, watching me.

I manage to soap my body, though it takes more energy than I currently have right now, then rinse myself off. When I shut the water off, that man is there, handing me a scratchy towel. “Thanks,” I grumble and take it from him.

He averts his eyes, but the top of his ears are pink. “I can’t give you any clothes until the Boss examines you, but you can keep the towel.”

“This doesn’t make any fucking sense,” I grumble, but wrap the material around my waist as he removes my chains from the wall and starts moving toward the door. “Is Mr. Reynolds the Boss? What the fuck is going on?” The guy looks me over, and his eyebrows are furrowed. It seems like he wants to tell me something, but he takes a breath and then scowls.

“This way. Keep your mouth fucking shut and listen,” he snaps and I sigh, shivering. It’s fucking freezing and my toes are turning purple by the time we walk up some more steps and into a nicer part of… wherever we are.

There are marble columns and a deep red, plush carpet. “Can I know your name?” I ask the guy quietly and he bites his bottom lip. I’d say he was attractive if I wasn’t head over heels in love with Cal and Patience.

I would never cheat on them, even if someone put a gun to my head, but I don’t mind flirting if it will get me some answers.

“You can call me Spider, but only when we are alone,” he mutters, and I smile at how easy that was.

Shouting reaches my ears as I’m led to large, wooden French doors. We stop and he knocks. The voices escalate before there’s a pop and some cursing. I know my skin is pale. That was an obvious gun shot.

I try to back away and Spider holds my chains tighter. He looks at me with pity and I think I may hurl. Clad in nothing but a towel and chains, I feel weak. I don’t know what’s next for me, but I will do anything and everything to get back to my family.

PRESENT DAY

I’m exhausted. Isabella has been running me ragged with all the solo videos and performances I have had to do. I hate it, and I feel exposed and ashamed, but as long as they leave me alone and no one tries to touch me again, I’ll be okay.

Spider snuck me in a chocolate bar last night and I didn’t even want it. I gave it to Mila and Traci to share. I wish I could break out of these chains and save all these innocent people, but the truth of the matter is I’m just as trapped here as they are.

They may treat me better since I bring them in a lot of money, but I’m still tossed back into this cage day and night. The light flickers on and boots stomp down the stairs. It’s dark, but I can see a naked woman, bruised and bloody with dark hair that reminds me of my girl, being chained and shoved in the corner next to me.

Some of the little ones whimper, but thankfully it’s Spider delivering the new person. I still haven’t figured him out, but if I had to guess, I would think he’s here undercover, but I don’t think he works for the FBI or CIA.

He’s tough, but he has no military training, and I can tell he fucking hates being here.

We’ve bonded in a way, and I’m close to having him send a message to my family to warn them. I don’t care what happens to me, but I need them to be safe. If Cal’s dad will do this to me, then no one is safe.

He’s evil and manipulative and he’s not the only snake hiding in the grass. I’ve seen a few more people here that I’ve recognized.

Esme starts to cry as Spider leaves, and I move over to hold her. She’s only eight and thankfully no one has touched her yet, but she’s scared and she doesn’t speak English very well. Rebecca told me before she was sold that they keep the little ones for training. They won’t do anything to harm them, which I guess is a small mercy in a place like this. At least I know she’ll survive this Hell.

“Shhh, little one, it’s okay,” I whisper softly and start to hum a tune from the radio. She calms and Mina moves closer and huddles her other side. Since I’ve been working, I was able to convince Isabella and Snake to give us clothing.

It felt wrong being exposed to children and made me sick. We weren’t given much, but at least now my dick is covered and the kids are wearing pajamas. I’ll have to ask Spider to give the new woman clothing when she wakes.

It’s not much, but it gives us back a little of our dignity. “What’s going on?” the girl slurs, and Esme starts to cry harder. “Is someone there?” She starts to move around and her chains are making a lot of noise.

Spider and Snake are pretty lenient when it comes to us talking, but the other guards are vindictive and like to hear screams of terror and pain. I don’t know who is standing watch at the top of the stairs right now.

I need to get her to stop being so loud. “Quiet or they will hear you,” I hiss. My throat is sore and I know I sound awful. She gasps and lifts her head, but the shadows hide her face.

“Rooke?” she whispers, and my heart stops.

All that I’ve been doing for the time I’ve been here, and I failed. “Pay,” I croak, and then she begins to sob, breaking my heart even more. I can’t reach her. The chains keep us separated, and I wonder if they did that on purpose knowing that we knew each other.

I fight to move. Mila takes Esme, and Hunter keeps trying to shush me, but I don’t fucking care. My girl needs me right now, and I will break my fucking wrists to slip off these chains if I have to.

Chapter Two

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