His hand settles on my head and ruffles my hair as he unscrews the gag. “Good girl. But a little disappointing.”
There must be a hundred filled condoms in that tub. Miguel first drops them into a bucket of water, picking up the ones that float. A couple have sunk. “See,” he murmurs, “how good I am to you. If they don’t float, they’re not properly packed.”
I’m blown away by his concern.
As he approaches me with the first one in his hands, I panic, knowing I can’t do this. It’s too big to swallow… I have trouble even getting tablets down. His fingers push it in, I gag, spitting it out. Ready for me he catches it, pushes it back, this time forcing my mouth closed and pinching my nose at the same time. My cheeks burn as I struggle to breathe.I have to swallow.I can’t.
“Swallow,puta. Or I’ll give you something else to swallow. Something that might slip down more easily.”
My nostrils try to suck in air. I don’t want to, but his threat has me trying to work my thankfully numb throat. The oil probably does smooth the way, at last the filled latex has gone down.
Miguel grins. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I turn away, gagging, feeling a lump in my chest.
“Don’t you dare throw up,puta.” His tone is warning. After no more than a second, his hand’s there with the next one.
I think I’m going slightly insane. Each one I swallow gets easier, my brain sees each as another nail in my coffin. I’m filled with fear, in my mind I feel them burst and start leaking, poison leaching out into my veins. One by one he passes them to me. After I’ve had as many as I think I can possibly take, I squeeze my lips together shaking my head.
“Oh, we’re only half way through. Open up.” His hand comes menacingly close to my jaw.
With a whimper, I part my mouth once again.America. I’m going back to America.I’ll find Tse, hopefully Drew…I can do this.
As if he can read my mind, his hand hovers before putting the next packet of drugs in my mouth. “Of course, you won’t begoing back to your old life. You, my dear Mariana, will be sold as a slave. Someone as pretty as you will attract good money, your virginity will mean top dollar for us. You see what I told you? Double profits. First from the drugs, then from selling you. Excellent plan, you have to agree.” His chest puffs in conceit.
My plans to save Drew shatter.Me? A slave?I stare, open mouthed. Trying to envisage such a future. Realising the reference to my looks and my untouched status means he’s omitted a word.Sex. Sex slave.I can’t even imagine what depravities a woman whose man feels he owns her could put her through. Hell, sex. I’ve seen enough of that these past few days. The face of the woman in the cell next to me will always haunt me, and the knowledge that these men see nothing wrong in taking and using women as they want.
His lips are still curved; he gives me time to process what’s going through my head.What the hell can I do? I’ve got a stomach full of drugs.For a moment, I hope I really can feel one bursting. The future he’s painting is beyond bleak.I’d rather die. You’ll be back in the US.I try to think positively to stop myself just giving up.There I might have a chance of escape.
“Open now. I’ve been counting. Sixty down, sixty to go. Come on, I haven’t got all day. Our transport is waiting.”
“No. No more.” If at the end of all this I’ll be facing a fate worse than death, I’ll refuse to cooperate anymore.
“Yes. You will. We’ll get a tidy sum for you. You told your father you were untouched. First the money from the drugs, then the fee for a virgin slave. I was never going to rape you. Your purity has far greater value. But I could still mouth fuck you. Don’t think I won’t.”
My stomach feels too full. The anaesthetic is wearing off and my throat feels bruised and sore. My body drips with sweat, my head pounds, and I’m trembling. “Please, no…” I start to beg. “No more. I can’t…”
“You really are a stuck upputa, aren’t you?” Miguel looks amused as he exchanges a glance with the other man. “You think you’ve got a choice?” Then he snaps, “Hold her.”
Chapter 32
Mouse
My hair once more tied back in a ponytail held by my usual leather thong, my skin clean of paint and blood, I join my brothers around the table.
“Ch…” Shooter opens his mouth.
I point my index finger at him. “You can stop that shit right there.”
A cough brings my attention to the prez who seems to be trying to smother a laugh. I glare at him, but it does no good. “Think you picked up a new handle.” He chuckles.
“Fuck me, Chief. You scared the shit out of me.” Road’s sitting back, his arms folded. “Channelled your inner Indian, I see.”
“Native American,” I snarl. Now I’m pointing at him. “I might have developed a fondness for scalping. I suggest you don’t push me.”
“Can I see it?” Blade asks. Holding out his hand. I know what he’s asking for. Taking my now cleaned knife out of my belt, I slide it across the table. “Nice.” He feels the edge. “This a real scalping knife?”
“All purpose,” I explain. “My people made such weapons out of whatever they could find that they could sharpen. Flint works well.”
