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“Oh God. What did you do, Rose?” Paul asks.
“There is a hacker on the dark web calling themselves Thorn. Everyone thinks it’s a man, but they expose pedophiles and submit tips to the police departments near these people. They are responsible for putting away nearly one hundred pedophiles for having child porn on their computers,” Trish says, looking at Rose. “And that’s been in the last year.”
“Well then,” I say.
“You’re going to get caught, or worse. They’ll find out you are just a fourteen-year-old girl looking for revenge. Do you understand what these people will do to you if they find you?” Megan asks. “This isn’t crime fiction, Rose. These people will do awful things to you.”
“Like they did Mom?” Rose asks. “You know, I found every hospital report from every injury she had growing up. The day after she gave me to you guys, she was in the hospital for six days for supposedly falling down the stairs. She had a concussion, and her arm was broken, Megan. An investigation with social services was opened, but no one did anything to help her. No one cared that a little girl was being abused. They had to have known that she had just given birth, right? Why didn’t anyone help her? If I can expose these awful people, I’m going to keep doing it. Maybe this isn’t a crime fiction show, but it’s my life. That could have been me at eleven years old, giving birth to a child out of incest because they decided to harm me also. Be mad all you want, but I will keep doing it.”
“Fine,” Paul says with a tight tone.
“I will make sure no one can find her,” Trish says. “I am blown away that she can do things that people twice her age have yet to figure out. She is incredibly smart.”
“Well… Let’s start from the beginning,” I say. “What do you know about her past?”
Chapter Fourteen
Myra
Three Days Later
It’s been three dayssince I got myself kidnapped. Rose isn’t here, and that’s all that matters right now. I am quickly losing confidence in anyone finding me, considering we are across the country now. I just keep reminding myself that Rose isn’t here, so everything is okay.
Walter and Alvin took turns raping me all the way from Virginia Beach to Washington. We only stopped to get fuel and for them to switch drivers. There was another guy with us at some point, but based on the blood in the back of the van, I am assuming he was dumped before I even woke up.
I haven’t said a word. Not because I am shut down or nonverbal, I just don’t want to talk. I have no interest in having a conversation with them, and I’m not pleading for my life, so I will be patient for now. The more I fight, the more of a chance there is that they will hurt me. I would like to avoid injury, so I’m going to keep my mouth shut and not fight them.
I am in nothing but a white gown with a shackle around my ankle that is securely attached to one corner of the room. I can get to the small bathroom, the dingy mattress, and the seating area. I can get as far as about six feet from the stairs, but every time I go near it, the collar around my neck shocks the fuck out of me. I am fairly certain it is a bark collar of some sort. I’ve seen them with the remote, and I made a bit too much noise when Walter raped me earlier, and I got shocked.
I can make assumptions based on everything they are doing, but I don’t have anything else to go off of. I believe we are in a residential area because they are going above and beyond to make sure that I am quiet. This is certainly a house, but I was blindfolded when I was brought here. At some point during the drive, they put zip ties on my wrists and a blindfold over my eyes. It was not taken off until the shackle was on my ankle.
The whole situation is demoralizing. I know what they are planning, because the air vents carry sound well. I can hear everyone upstairs talking. They are planning to come down and tell me here soon, but it’s hard for me to wrap my brain around right now. Apparently, they are into trafficking. Looking back, it makes perfect sense. I’m surprised I was not dragged into it then, but it does make me wonder if there are potentially videos out there of my abuse. Somehow, I doubt it. The fact that they are going to let anyone else touch me is kind of shocking.
The basement door opens before Walter and Alvin come down the stairs with another man. I don’t recognize him, but he looks mean.I might only think that he looks mean because I know what he’s about to do to me.
“Rules?” the man asks.
“Wear a condom and don’t kill her,” Walter says. “Myra?”
“Walter,” I say coldly. He immediately rears back and slaps me across the face, making me laugh.
“Just let her be a brat,” the man laughs. “I like ‘em feisty.”
“Have fun,” Alvin chuckles, leading Walter up the stairs. I stand and back myself against the wall. I’m trying to decide if I actually want to fight him or not. As he walks closer to me, the fear sets in. He must sense what I am going to do because as soon as I turn to run away from him, he grabs me by the hair and shoves me face down on a mattress.
The man pins me with his hand on my back as he fumbles with a condom. As soon as he has it on, he shoves himself into my ass. I grit my teeth and stifle my noises as pain ripples through my body. He is bigger than average, so every unprepared thrust feels like knives in my belly. I focus on my breathing to keep myself calm. If I’m not calm, I’ll panic. If I panic, I’ll get hurt.
Lucky for me, he finishes fast. When he’s done, he tosses the condom in the small trash can by the stairs before leaving. I jump up and rush to the little bathroom, making it just in time to throw up. I feel like I’m suffocating, and my body is rejecting it. When my stomach finally stops trying to turn inside out, I rinse outmy mouth and clean my body. I’m surprised to find that I’m not bleeding, but that’s good, I suppose.
When I get back to the mattress on the floor, I wrap the thin fleece blanket around my body. It’s cold down here, and I feel like if I move too quickly, my body might shatter. I roll my eyes when the basement door opens and I hear footsteps.
“I’m surprised you did not fight him,” Walter says.
“What good will that do me?” I ask flatly.
“Good point,” he chuckles. Alvin grabs me by the hair and forces me up to my knees before yanking the blanket away from me. “Here’s how things are going to go, Pumpkin. Some important people are paying a lot of money to fuck you. You will show them a good time, or Rose is dead. If you think for a second that I don’t have eyes on that snotty little brat of yours, you are an idiot. How long until she realizes there’s a camera in her bedroom?”
I have my doubts, but I don’t want to question anything. I don’t even want to stir up too much because I’m afraid he might just take her. I’m starting to feel helpless. I do not want to live in this world if this is how it’s going to be. If I kill myself, will they just go after her to replace me? Even if I wanted to kill myself, how the fuck am I going to do that?
