Page 33 of Breaking Boston

"What the fuck does that mean?" I turn to face Sara, squeezing her mouth open, my blade resting on her tongue.

"You're here to buy the kids, right? Just take them. We don't even need the money!" she pleads, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I feel sick to my stomach, hearing her confession. But I'm not surprised. Boston was taken away from them because she was being sold to traffickers, and somehow the police intercepted it. It doesn't surprise me that they're at it again, selling kids for drug money.

Donovan loses it. He starts beating Dylan with his gun, blood spatter covering him and the wall behind him. Sara looks at me with fear in her eyes as I raise my knife, showing no mercy. I stab her over and over, ignoring the way her body twitches with each blow. She cries, so I grab her tongue and slice it off, not wanting to hear her anymore.

Soaked in blood and worked-up more than ever before, Donovan and I step back once they stop moving, admiring our work.

"The kids," Donovan says, his voice heavy with regret. "We can't leave them here."

I nod in agreement, feeling a sense of responsibility towards them. With a quick call to social services, we lock the bedroom door and slip out of the house, soaked in the blood of Boston's parents.

We take off our masks and shed the bloody clothing on our walk, dumping the evidence in a burn barrel with flames so bright they hurt my eyes. We huddled around it, taking a moment to accept what we had just done. I light a blunt right away, needing the high to calm me down before I have a fucking panic attack.

We betrayed Boston, and she'd have no idea unless we told her. But Donovan and I agreed from the start that she could never find out. So what if her parents were child molesters who dabbled in trafficking? They were her parents, and if she knewwe were the ones who killed them, she'd never fucking forgive us for it.

Donovan and I had gone to great lengths to protect her, even if it meant doing what we did tonight.

We slipped into the darkness, leaving the flames and our past behind, heading to the warehouse to find our friend.

TWELVE

THE DANCER

BOSTON

Another shot is being pushed into my arm, and the rush from the dope is instant.

Laid out on the couch in Remy's office, I stare at him through a film of haze and dim lighting as he hovers over me with a sinister grin on his lips.

I don't know how it got this far. The last thing I remember is grinding on his lap. Now, I'm half-naked on the couch while he grinds on top of me and showers the bruises around my throat with kisses.

"Who did that to you, sweet thing?" He glides his tongue in circles, tracing each bruise from Lux and Donovan's fingertips. "I'll fucking kill them for leaving such ugly marks on such perfect, innocent skin."

"I... I don't know," I lie, not wanting them to get in trouble for something I enjoyed more than anything.

He smirks, knowing I'm holding back. But to my surprise, he lets it go, climbing off of me.

"Now that we know you can dance, that's what you'll be doing...for me." He lights a cigarette and counts out a few bills from a stack he pulls from his pocket.

As I struggle to sit up, I reach for my clothes, feeling a mix of confusion and shame. I hastily dress myself, avoiding Remy's eyes as he watches me with a predatory gaze.

"Remember, sweet thing," he whispers, "you belong to me now. No one else gets to touch you like I do."

“But I…”

He puts his finger to my lips and bores his eyes into mine, speaking with a single glance. “You're fucking mine. You owe me, sweet thing.”

I nod, feeling trapped in this web of desire and danger. As I make my way out of his office, I can't shake the feeling of being marked as his possession. I walk through the dark hall, feeling hollow and lost. My mind is clouded with conflicting emotions, and I can't shake off the feeling that I've sold a piece of myself to the devil.

But deep down, I know I can't run away from this. I've tasted the forbidden fruit, and now I'm entangled in its grip, unable to break free.

What will Donovan and Lux say? What will they do?

All I did was go in to learn how to dance. But I came out corrupted and chained to the devil in a delicious body. I was fucked.

Higher than a fucking kite, I lay on my bed with the window wide open, humming along with the music coming from my phone. I wait for Donovan and Lux to get back, wondering how I'm going to tell them about Remy.

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