Page 58 of The Devil In Disguise

They steer us inside somewhere with the sack over my head, I can’t smell and can hardly hear anything to provide a clue as to where we are now. We walk for a while until I’m told to stop. Moments later, the sack is ripped off my head. Bright lights take a minute for my eyes to adjust to and when they do, I’m looking around the room at the rest of the girls.

We’re standing side by side, equally confused and terrified, some masking it better than others.

Heels clicking on the marble floors steal all our attention creating a domino effect. To my surprise, it’s a woman older than me, yet young. She can hardly be thirty, but with all that makeup on her face, who really knows?

Golden blonde hair in perfectly styled curls frame her thin, full face of makeup, completed with ruby red lips. Contrary to the rest of us in dirty, stinking dresses, the woman is donned in a fresh and classy, navy blue jumpsuit with a sheer skirt tail, long, dangly silver earrings, and the silver heels that grabbed our attention.

“Ooh, these are for me?” she asks Ringleader in a thick Russian accent.

He chuckles. “They’re all yours to play with, little sis.”

Is that a joke? They look nothing alike.

She claps enthusiastically at the door with a gleeful smile and a wicked glint in her eyes. “Aw, you are the best! Now, let’s see what we have here.” Walking down the line steadily, she points out a feature on each of us. “Face. Chest. Chest. Hips. Good weight. Long legs.” Analyzing me casually, she comments, “Hips.”

What the hell is she doing? Rating us?

At the end of the line, she takes one last, long look at each of us. Standing center in front of us, she speaks like she’s giving a presentation. “Welcome, my babies. I’m here to help you with your obedience and lady etiquette, then we can find you a new home. These men are filthy rich and filthy in bed, who wouldn’t want that? You will have anything you dream of.”

Sure. Except for freedom, respect, happiness, a life of our own. Shall I go on?

Keeping her eyes on us, she addresses the men still lingering in the room. “Boys, do you have anything to say before we get started? Pol ves’ tvoy.”

Ringleader steps forward, hungry eyes raking over Nina’s baby blue dress. “Actually, Sasha, these girls still need to learn a lesson. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

Eyes trained on the floor, she doesn’t move a muscle. Aggressively yanking her forward, a whimper escapes her. “You make eye contact when spoken to,” he demands with a fistful of her hair, holding her face close to his. At her nervous nod, he says, “Good,” then pushes her backward when releasing her hair, causing her to stumble backward with her high heels.

Sasha trips Nina so she lands flat on her ass, cackling as if she was a villain in a movie. In my movie, I guess she is.

Ringleader kneels over her tense body, the tears she’s been fighting breaking free upon his belt coming off. Slipping his gun from his backside, he uses it to tilt her chin up.

“Shh, shh, shh. Don’t make this difficult. I promise if you fight back, I’ll enjoy this more,” he coos, caressing her face.

My ears grow hotter than they have been this whole time at his words. These people are fucking sick. Him, his friends, and his weird ass sister, or whatever she is to him. Not only is he forcing himself on her, but also forcing us to watch him do it. The girl to the far right end vomits in sync with the first ear-piercing scream from Nina.

My teeth grind together as I recite affirmations in my head, focusing my sight anywhere but in front of me and tuning out the cries gnawing at my heartstrings.

Don’t give them a reaction, that’s what they want. Play your part. Be smart. Play your part. Be strong.

“Something got you distracted? Eyes on your friend unless you want to be next.” The hoarse voice brings me back to a disdainful glare.

Despite the growing inferno of rage inside me, my expression betrays no emotions. Schooling my features to remain impassive, I stare back at him, hollowly. A reaction is what they want and one thing I shouldn’t give any of them.

When he turns away, I glance up and what catches my attention isn’t the gruesome actions from Ringleader. No, it’s the way Sasha watches them both with sinful glee and a twisted fascination. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this is arousing her.

As the thought pops in my head, she bites down on her lip softly, practically salivating over her brother.

That same hoarse voice finds me again. “Don’t worry, emerald. You look like you won’t plead as much. I’ll be sure to show you the best time of your life.” He winks and that alone is enough to make me want to puke all over him.

There goes that nickname again. Emerald.

I hate everything about my once favorite color, now.

“Doubtful,” I mutter under my breath.

His brows furrow and his body fully turns to face me. “What was that?” At my lack of response, he continues talking. “My dick is so good, bitches beg for it all day long. You’ll see.”

“Oh, is that why you guys needed to take us against our will and force us? Because it’s so good?”

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