Page 260 of Bad for Me

Strangely, I think of the few hours we spent doing puzzles together, too. I’d almost forgotten why I was here while the two of us were being perfectly normal people.

That hadn’t lasted, though. Raul hadn’t brought up the puzzles again since he’d left me alone in his room, and while things haven’t been bad, I’m still constantly reminded of my role here.

“Of course,” Raul says, and I can tell he’s smirking. “He’s got an ass to die for, and you’d never believe how submissive he is. He’s a natural-born slut, too. His cock is hard right now, and I haven’t had to use a single aphrodisiac on him.”

“You should anyway,” the other man says. “Then you’d really get to watch him writhe.” He laughs. “It’s my favorite game with my new pets. See just how long they can go before they start to beg for my cock.”

The thought of it makes my stomach churn uncomfortably. Part of me wants it—wants to be so lost in pleasure that I can’t even think. With the right person, it sounds like it would be fun.

But Raul isn’t the right person, I remind myself, again.

I lift my head up submissively. Raul traces my lips around the gag, rubbing the spit into my skin. I can feel my cock twitch in response, as if I weren’t hard enough already.

One of the men makes a disgusted sound. “Do you have to play with your toy during a meeting?”

“How many times have your bitches ridden you or sucked you off during ourformalmeetings, let alone the casual ones?” Raul asks coolly.

“You shouldn’t hide him from us,” the other man interjects. “For all we know, he’s got a great body but his face is monstrous.”

Raul makes a disgruntled noise. “I don’t want him to recognize either of you.”

“What’s he gonna do?” the same man — the familiar one — asks with a huff of laughter. “Run to the cops?”

Not now. But eventually.

I’m going to take them all down.

That’s what’s keeping me going. Knowing that everything I’m doing here, everything I’ve suffered, is going to result in this little pocket of scum getting locked up for life.

I’m not delusional enough to think I’ll create a large dent in the human trafficking industry. It’s too large, too international, for me alone to bring down. But at least I can save some people, and anybody we don’t scoop up will have to lie low for a while and work to re-establish themselves.

“Well, no,” Raul says. “I guess there isn’t any harm in showing you.”

“I personally do not give a fuck if you show him or not,” the other man says.

“You’re such a buzzkill,” the familiar voice says. “C’mon, let’s see him.”

Raul’s fingers go to the hood, and he hesitates like he really doesn’t want to show me. I wonder if he’s really afraid of me recognizing them… or if he’s just that possessive to where he doesn’t want them to seeme.

From what I’ve learned about him, it’s just as likely it’s the latter as the former.

He finally pulls the hood off, and I blink at the bright light, dazed as I try to get my bearings.

The first thing I see is Raul’s handsome face and his green eyes. They’re so familiar to me by now, with their small flecks of gray interspersed along the darker tones.

How easy it would be to get lost in those eyes.

What I should be doing is getting a closer look at the others in the room, but I don’t dare risk turning to look at them until I have permission from Raul. I’m sure I can handle any punishment he dishes out, but I really don’t want to lose focus right now.

For a moment, he softens, even going so far as to smile at me, to brush my disheveled hair back from my sweaty face. Just as quickly, though, his face hardens and his hand falls away.

“Let them see you,” he orders.

I carefully shuffle back around, swallowing to keep the saliva in my mouth and not slipping out past the gag. The humiliation of my situation flares up again, making my entire face feel overheated.

At least I can see the men now. One of them is bigger, a little portly, with gray hair that’s beginning to thin around the temples.

The other is a younger man with a thick beard, fairly muscular. I try to memorize everything I can about both of these men. The shapes of their noses, their lips.

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