Page 9 of Trapped In Wonderland

He leans in to me. “Why are we whispering?”

“They may be listening, and we don’t want to reveal our next moves.”

“What next moves?” Raul gestures to the door. “We’re trapped.” He looks around the room. “Unless we can break out some other way.”

“I think we need to use brain power rather than brawn here,” I point out. I position my laptop so the screen is out of view of the camera. “We have to assume they have audio ability, too. So, whatever we do, we have to keep it in the DL.”

“DL?”

“Down low,” I elaborate.

“Copy that,” he lowers his voice as well. “They’re sending us messages. Can we send them a message?”

“You can try talking to the camera.”

Without warning, Raul turns toward the general location of the camera.“What the fuck are you doing messing with this place,Fox? Are you fucking stupid, or do you just have a death wish?”

“Well, if they can hear us, they’ll definitely react to that,” I say under my breath, shaking my head at his tactic.

We don’t have to wait long for Fox’s answer. This time, a fox appears in a bondage executor outfit. It flicks a whip at an angry bull who bends on its hunches in submission.

“Cheeky, this one,” I comment as I glance at Raul. Between his mask and his expression, he resembles the poorly animated bull on the screen. I almost swear there’s smoke coming out of his nostrils. “Don’t take the bait. But this is good. Keep going.”

“It’s lucky you have that thing with you.” Raul nods at the laptop.

“I never leave home without it and a few other things,” I say. “Say something else.”

He turns back to the camera and gives a derisive laugh. “Is that your kink, huh? ¿Que paso?What happened?Did you get rejected by the club? Now, you’re throwing a tantrum? Looks like someone needs a reality check. Not everyone can be a Dom, however you manifest it.”

I can’t help but smirk. “Okay, cool it there, buddy. We need them to keep the messages coming, not for them to pull the plug altogether. Don’t get them so mad they’ll release the videos.”

“They’ll never do that or they won’t get the money,” Raul says only to me.

“Unless it’s not all they’re after.” I wait for a response from Fox. But after a minute, there’s still nothing. “Shit. What are they doing? Crap, I hate groping in the dark.”

“Huh?” Raul grunts.

“Say something else,” I suggest.

Facing the camera again, he yells, “Hah! Just as I thought.No tienes cojones. You’ve got no balls. Why don’t you show your ass here, and I’ll whip it for you.”

A timer appears on the screen: 10:00, and it counts down.

“Toro,” I call to him, alarmed.

“What’s that?” He bellows at Fox. “What’s happening in ten minutes, asshole?”

A message appears: “Let’s play a game, Toro. If you score, you add five minutes to the clock. If you don’t, you lose five. When the time is up, the videos will be processed and Club Wonderland can say hi to the world and bye to their members. Let’s see who still has their balls in the end.”

I sigh. “Boys and their balls.”

Ignoring my comment, Raul bluffs, “You know they’ll hunt you down, don’t you?”

Fox answers, “Not if I destroy them first.”

Raul and I exchange glances. That sounds personal. Whoever is behind Fox has a grudge against the Kane Family.

“I don’t care what you do to Club Wonderland. I’m not playing your game,” Raul says.

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