Trey - Shandi Boyes Page 0,31
too big I found on the bed over my head, then exit the room. Upon discovering there’s no lock on the door, much less a guard, I increase the length of my strides. Even with this being a dream, I plan to make the most of it. Usually, my dreams are as horrific as the nightmare I’m living, so a change-up isn’t just nice, it’s highly craved.
My steps slow when accented voices boom into my ears. For the most part, they’re male, but the occasional female ones are added to the mix. Although they’re more moans than words, they most certainly don’t belong to any woman doing something against her will. They’re brimming with too much pleasure to be mistaken as sobs.
I halt partway down the corridor when a sparkling of silver illuminates my pale skin. There’s a skylight above my head. Although the darkness of the sky reveals it’s nighttime, not a cloud hides the moon. It beams through the clear glass so brightly, my usually pasty skin lights up like the window in my room the past ten weeks wasn’t boarded up.
Something so simple shouldn’t be so joyful, but it is. It burns my eyes with tears while reminding me no matter how dark things get, there will always be light. It’s hidden inside of me waiting to be released. I’ve just got to be brave enough to set it free.
After absorbing the moon’s rays long enough to recall I have a beating orifice in my chest, I continue down the hall. When my trek has me stumbling onto a group of people in various stages of undress, I pivot on my heels, prepared to find another way back to the room Ana is in.
I’ve barely tiptoed two steps when I spot a man coming from the other end. He’s large, thick, and stroking himself through his pants. Although his face doesn’t register as familiar, he is exactly the type of man I was expected to entertain when Vladimir kept the members of his crew happy during the quiet weeks.
“Are you lost, little one?”
Shaking my head, I take a step back.
“Are you sure? I think you’re lost. I can show you the way home.” His lips curl into a cruel grin. “After you’ve proven yourself worthy of my help.” When I shake my head for the second time, his smile grows. Just like every man in this country, his evil thrives off fear. “Ah, the silent type. I’m not usually a fan, but I’m willing to give it a whirl for you.”
When he takes a step forward, I take another one back. A squeak almost pops from my lips when my attempt to flee is thwarted by a body just as rigid as the one approaching me. I used to believed there was safety in numbers. I don’t anymore. Men are crueler when they’re showing off in front of their friends.
My silent pleas get answered when a thick, gravelly tone growls out, “Go find a whore to play with Rory. This one isn’t on the cards.” His voice doesn’t have a British accent like Trey’s, however, it’s just as violent. It sends Rory scampering in the direction opposite to the one he was traveling and has my heart rate returning to a safe level, albeit hesitant.
“Stupid piece of shit,” my rescuer mumbles as he spins me around to face him. He’s the man Trey was speaking with earlier tonight. I can’t recall if I’ve heard his name. “What are you doing awake, K? I thought you’d sleep for ages.”
Although he’s asking a question, he doesn’t wait for me to reply. He just continues spinning me until his arm wraps around my shoulders, and he guides me toward a group of people drinking, laughing, and smiling like they didn’t lose any members of their crew tonight. I saw the number of bodies sprawled on the floor during my escape. Not all of them were Vladimir’s men. Even without knowing their names, I knew most of the men in Vladimir’s crew—regretfully.
Halfway to a coffee table lined with bottles of alcohol, packets of smokes, and a variety of drugs, the reason for the prickling of the hairs on my arms comes to light. Trey is in the jacuzzi. He isn’t alone, and none of his late-night bathing companions appear to be fans of personal space. They’re draped all over him, front and back, and everyone one of them is blonde.
My eyes stray from Trey when the man shunting me out of