Page 144 of Brutal Savage

I know what comes next before he even shoves the first condom filled with cocaine into my throat.

“Swallow.”

And I do.

I barely feel it go down. I barely feel any of the seventy he makes me take inside my body, each one with about ten grams of pure coke.

That’s what they do to us. Spray our throats with anesthesia and force drugs into our bodies before hoarding us off on planes.

The other girls have it worse, though. Jerry also sells their bodies for profit, and they don’t get a dime.

Me? He keeps for himself. So nice of him.

Ludwig forces the rest of the girls to swallow the drugs, then hands us each two laxatives for the trip.

We’re then shoved into a van and taken to a private airstrip in Colombia.

Once we arrive, I see Jerry, and my stomach fills with disgust.

“Hey, Ev.” His cunning smirk has me wishing I could shoot him.

The closer he gets, the more the nausea crawls up my throat.

His arm around my hips makes my body feel as though tiny spiders are crawling all around it.

“You better not cry on that fucking plane like last time,” he whispers into my ear. “I swear to God, I will kill you.”

“Ready?” Ludwig asks.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He thrusts me up the steps of the small plane and pushes me into the first seat, lowering beside me.

My head spins, knowing there are drugs inside my body. Drugs that could seep out of a ruptured balloon at any given moment.

I’d die within minutes.

That’s what happened to a few girls who used to be here. We watched them go from dropping to the floor and foaming at the mouth to dead in a flash.

Maybe that’d be a better outcome than this life. I don’t know how much more I can take.

But Jerry has me hostage. He has proof that I killed my father, and he plans to use it against me if I don’t do what he says. And worse, he swore he’d kill my grandparents. I already lost my mom and Kennedy. I can’t lose them too.

The plane takes off, and I force my eyes closed for the rest of the flight, hoping Jerry doesn’t talk to me or look at me. It’s enough that he’s sitting right beside me.

The plane starts to dip, and when I look down, I realize we’re landing. We still have to go through customs, but it’s private and takes less time than commercial flights. Nothing I haven’t done before. Jerry’s men curl an arm around each one of the girls, pretending they’re together so the customs officers don’t get suspicious.

As always, the officers check our passports, check the plane, and we’re on our merry way. Once we get to the drop-off, that’s when the real fun begins.

We arrive in the middle of nowhere at one of the huge homes belonging to Jerry’s father. One that they don’t use, except for their drug business.

“Come on, keep it moving.” Ludwig shoves Carly past the door, us following them.

“Let’s go, Evelyn. You know what to do.” Jerry pushes me into the bathroom.

Swallowing down the anxiety, I force myself to get the drugs out. It takes half an hour, and after I’m done, someone goes in there and counts all the balloons.

I start toward Carly, but a voice stops me.

“We’re two short.”

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