finger from my chin down my throat, between my breasts, stopping right at the waistband of my pencil skirt. He tilts his head to the side and licks his lips. My stomach rolls again at the sight of lust filling his gaze.
“Is it true?” he asks with a gleam in his eyes.
“Is what true?”
“Daddy’s little girl is a virgin? Eliam kept a great secret from the world. At least he thought he did. My employer had thought that Roni was a Ronaldo for years. Did you know that?”
“Do I give a shit?”
He makes a face and nods his head. “Fair enough. I still want to know if it’s true. If you ask me, I think the García brothers were lured in with your beauty and the promise of your tight pussy. Too bad your father never saw them coming.”
I tighten my jaw and lift my head in defiance. This causes him to roar with laughter. He palms my waist and looks over me hungrily.
“I should keep you for myself, but if this is true, I’ll get more for you.”
“What?”
“Choose, Roni. I get what I want either way. It’s up to you whether that’s the easy or hard way.”
“Go to hell. Let me go, you animal. I will never marry that asshole. You can’t get away with this.”
“Ah, that is the wrong answer,” he purrs in Spanish, despite having some other accent. He removes his hand from my waist to squeeze one of my breasts. “What a shame. I think Darius actually liked you.”
I spit in his face. “Fuck you. Keep your filthy hands off me.” My hatred for this man soars to new levels with each second. “This is not going to end the way you think. I can promise you that.”
He glares at me, grasps my face and squeezes hard. “It will end the way I want it to end, Cherone.”
Before I can reply, he backhands me, sending pain through the side of my face. Something pricks me in the neck and my vision fades. Next, I’m hit in the head, for good measure I guess, or because I spit on him.
Whatever the reason, I don’t get to analyze it because I completely blackout.
***
I wake with a pounding headache. My left eye is throbbing. My entire body feels so heavy.
When I try to open my eyes, my left one won’t open. The vision I do have from the right is blurry at best. The cold of the floor beneath me seeps through my skin.
That’s when I realize I’m naked and on a cold concrete floor. I search my brain for any indication of how I’ve gotten here. Nothing is clicking into place.
Disoriented, I test my tongue in my mouth. It’s a little swollen as if I’ve bitten it. Slowly, I lift and turn to sit.
“Easy,” comes the sound of a soft voice.
I blink my good eye and a young girl comes into view. At least she looks to be young. The throbbing in my head causes me to close my eye.
“Where…” I cut off as my dry mouth feels like I have sandpaper inside of it.
“I’m Natasha,” she whispers. “You’ve been taken like the rest of us. What’s your name?”
My name?
I wrack my brain to answer the question. It doesn’t come to me as fast as it feels like it should. My name. What is my name?
“Roni,” I test it on my lips.
It feels right but doesn’t at the same time. I wince as my brain fights against me. A chill runs through me and I tentatively lift my arms to cover myself.
“It’s nice to meet you, Roni,” she says softly. “They don’t like us to talk to each other. If they catch us, they’ll drug us. So, we have to be quiet.”
I tighten my hold around my knees that I manage to draw into my chest. Gently, I nod my understanding as the slightest movement feels like I’m rattling my entire brain. I swallow thickly.
“Where are we?”
“I don’t know. The men here all speak Russian, but I don’t know if they’ve taken us that far,” she replies.
“Russia?” I frown.
“Yes, I was traveling in North Korea with my family when I was taken. They ambushed my family one night. Where did they take you from?”
I go to answer but realize that I have no clue what the answer is. I don’t know. I try to think, but everything is a fog. I can’t link anything together.
What the fuck? I start to hyperventilate. My body shivers.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I asked