Rumor has it, 4 men had died the previous night.

And Beadie's chest was filled with pride at the sound of that.

As she applied the heavy makeup on her face again the next night, she had not an ounce of remorse in her body. She felt calm and collected, more at ease that there was less filth making the girls' lives hell.

One of her victims was Carlos. He got the most dosage of her poison that night, and the symptoms started appearing not long after the guards had dragged a dead body out of the private room. Carlos started to sweat at first, complaining that he felt dizzy. His friends said he drank too much.

Carlos said he hadn't drunk enough. So he poured another two glasses of the whiskey spiced with hemlock.

After two hours, he was in such a bad condition Evan had to escort him out. With that, Beadie had to return to the other girls on the mattress. With eternal calmness casting over her features, she leaned back and watched as hell broke loose. Most of the men got away with some sickness, dizziness and vomiting all over the place.

Not the four fuckers that were insatiable, though. Their greedy, dirty ass got what they deserved.

The new night's theme was red. This was probably the most important night in the mansion, with all of the girls doing their best to look their absolute best. Beadie did the same for her own sake. Feeling pretty and not dirty was all she cared about in that minute.

The red chiffon satin dress had such a deep neckline it reached almost to her mid-section. She wasn't that gifted in the boob department but she made it work with what she had. The dress cinched around her waist, then got more flowy around her hips. As usual, it was almost too short but she got used to it by now.

If you haven't felt the breeze on your ass cheeks, you weren't doing your job right.

Tonight, Beadie settled on smoky eyes and made her eyelashes as big as they could get. The bruise on her cheek started to darken and making her job harder as she tried to cover it up. It was still sensitive to the touch, but she just had to make sure to stick to the dark and cover her face. She finished her makeup with dark lipstick on her lips.

Beadie popped her dark red-coated lips just as Isabel passed behind her. She smoothed a caring hand over the blonde's shoulder as she passed, hurrying to help another girl, Carmen curl her hair. The blonde took a second to admire how she always managed to be there for anyone who needed a helping hand or a friendly smile.

Isabel was a smart and strong woman, something Beadie aspired to be. Isabel always had a few encouraging or soothing words to the girls, she always got ready first so she could help the others and she always made sure to sneak some food out whenever Beadie skipped lunch or dinner.

When all hell broke loose, Diego ordered the guards to escort the girls back to their rooms. Everybody was frantic and nobody understood what happened, but once the girls quieted down and went to sleep, Beadie grasped the opportunity to contact her team.

"There will be a big party tomorrow. Sin Nombre will be here."

That's all she managed to whisper down the line when the girl next to her stirred in her sleep. Beadie couldn't risk exposing herself so she put the small device back under her pillow and tried to get some sleep. She barely managed a few hours, and even those were restless.

But as Beadie sat at her usual table getting ready, she felt numb. Maybe it was the tiredness, maybe it was the sobbing every night coming from Dolores, or the heavy feeling of helplessness, but Beadie felt her soul die here every day a little. She only spent a week here and she couldn't imagine the suffering all the other women had to go through. Because for some of them, this was just life.

She barely recognized herself anymore. Her wild blonde curls framed her face in a foreign way; she usually wore her hair clipped back or in a ponytail. She never used so much makeup but even the heavy foundation struggled to hide the purple bruise on her left cheek.

There were the usual two knocks on their door, signaling them to get going. With a sigh, Beadie stood from her seat and headed for the door, tuning out the voices of the others around her.

Tonight was weird. She should've been paying more attention to the others, get planning the second she opened her eyes but she felt like her brain was fried. She felt numb as she strolled down the hall, following their on-duty guard, barely noticing the cold stone against her feet. Staring ahead of herself, she sat in her usual spot on the mattress, the stinging feeling in her ankles returning from how much it pressed against the cold floor.

There were bruises on her ankles and knees from sitting on the floor so much, her back ached from the lack of support but nothing could compare to the void feeling in her chest.

She barely registered as Isabel stood from her spot and walked away with one of the men, God knows where. This was a busier night than before despite the sudden deaths, but she made sure that her wrath continued to burn through the building. She dumped the rest of the hemlock in the food that was served to the guests, and even some of the staff ate from it.

In a few hours, they'll probably be dead.

And Beadie hoped they would die in horrible ways. She hoped the panic would make their vomit-filled throats close up, their eyes wide with horror. All their muscles paralyzed or trembling as they lie on the floor.

She wanted them to suffer just as much as these women had to. As they had to.

Beadie had no idea how long she just stared at the wall ahead of herself when a guard arrived in front of her, finally snapping her out of it. Slowly blinking, she raised her gaze to look at him. The dim lights didn't let her see his eyes.

He didn't say anything to her as he motioned her to get up. With shaking legs, the blonde stood from the mattress, ignoring the pain in her joints as she took a hesitant step forward.

She hadn't seen anyone request her, nobody showed any interest towards her outside of Carlos. And Carlos was currently chilling inside a cold morgue, waiting to get cut open. Just where he belonged.

The guard grabbed her upper arm and led her. Her fire to rebel against him vanished, she just wanted to get through this night and get some rest. Maybe she'll let Isabel baby her tonight like she usually did the other girls.

But when the guard steered her away from the group of men, she finally forced herself to function normally. Her brows furrowed and looked questioningly at the guard beside her, his face hidden by the balaclava most of them seemed to wear. He didn't bother to look down back at her, only let out an annoyed grunt when Beadie haltered in her step.

With a little more force this time, he manhandled her towards the curtains. Her heart dropped to her stomach, her knees shaking for an entirely different reason this time.

No, no, that can't be. Nobody ever glanced in her direction and on her worst night when she just wanted to curl into a corner and cry, now she was picked? Not only picked but to entertain someone privately?

She wasn't scared easily. But that maroon curtain and what laid beyond that, that scared her to her core. She heard and saw how the girls looked and acted after they were dismissed. Some of them couldn't even speak about what happened inside.

The guard pulled the curtains open in front of her before he shoved her inside. He pushed her with a little too much force, making her tumble inside, barely catching herself.

She looked around, taking in everything with wide eyes. She only caught glimpses before, but it wasn't what she was expecting. First of all, the room was bigger than she expected it to be. The soft warm glow of orange and purple gave the room an inviting atmosphere, the music from outside seeping through the curtains without much problem. There were armed leather chairs and weird beds that were shaped in such ways they could fit in the corner perfectly. There were two black leather couches in the middle of the room, a glass coffee table placed between them.

Then she noticed the masked person sitting on one of the couches, his back to the doorway.

She felt a shiver creep up her spine.

"Vamos!"

The guard standing in the doorway right next to the wall grumbled at her, making her jump. She didn't notice him so far, but with his bulky body, it was easy to spot him now. Holding back a scowl, Beadie made her way down the three-step stair leading to the middle part, her bare feet walking the very floors someone dropped dead the night before.

With every step, her heart beat more erratically in her chest. She felt like it would just burst outside when her ribs couldn't cage it anymore. She wiped her sweaty palms on the side of her dress, reminding her that she had to be seductive enough so he wouldn't beat her up.

She had seen other girls come out of here with bruises before. She had enough already, she didn't want to get richer with a few more.

With fake confidence, Beadie smoothed a hand over the seated man's shoulder, feeling how the muscles tensed under her delicate fingers. She hurriedly but smoothly removed her touch in case he didn't like being touched.

I'm already pissing him off. I'm already failing and it's been ten seconds.

Beadie circled the couch and stopped between him and the glass table. She let her eyes take in the man sitting in front of him as she tried to control the fast rising and falling of her chest.

He wore the usual suit and balaclava most guards wore in here. His dark gray mask hid his features completely, only letting his dark eyes shine through but in this lighting, they were bottomless. She felt bile rise up her throat as their eyes met.

This must be a special night. She hadn't seen many guards get in here outside of their duty, the girls were usually off-limits for them.

She felt fidgety under the weight of his gaze. His dark eyes roamed her body, lingering on the plunging neckline of hers before they met her blue eyes again. She couldn't blame him, even her own eyes seemed to find her cleavage whenever she looked in the mirror in this dress.

He adjusted in his seat by spreading his legs more and letting one of his arms hang around the back of the couch. His long legs almost reached her as she stood there, completely frozen in place.

This just got so much more real than before. She didn't think that she'd have to perform for someone in here like this, but here she was, starring in the middle of her nightmare.

Her panicked eyes glanced over at the guard standing in the doorway, his feet shoulder-length apart, hands clasped behind his back and a serious look in his eyes. And it was only the three of them inside.

Nobody will save her. Nobody would bet an eye if something happened to her. Not even her team will know.

"Come here."

Swallowing her tears, she stepped closer to the sitting guard, averting her gaze from his, keeping her eyes on his chest. She tried to mask her shaking hands by flipping her curls over her shoulder, reluctantly climbing in his lap. Her knees dug into the couch as she straddled him, tears stinging her eyes and anxiety making her throat close up.

Beadie tried not to flinch when his hands reached for her hips, pulling her closer to his body.

"Minimal touching," the guard at the tone warned. The man under her removed his hands from her a moment later than she was comfortable with.

She had no idea what to do. Her original plan was just to dance and tease him, but he wanted her close. There was no way she would grind on him like this. Her soul would die completely.

She knew the rules: performers were there to entertain the guests. Meaning that they had to do whatever the guests wanted. But the same rules didn't imply to the guards that sometimes got the privilege to be in this exact position like the man she was sitting in his lap. They weren't allowed to touch them, only the girls could.

Taking a deep breath to calm her mind, Beadie finally got herself together enough to act. She raised her hands and smoothed them over his broad shoulders, feeling how the muscles moved under her touch.

The urge to close her eyes and imagine it was Alejandro grew with each second.

The sensual music playing around them calmed her nerves down by a noch, her hips involuntarily moving slightly with the rhythm. She heard this playing on the radio before when she was still back at the base. It took her back to the times when her biggest problem was that Graves ignored her again for a day.

Her ridiculously short dress hiked so high up her thighs that with a wrong move, it would flash her ass entirely. She felt uncomfortable, sitting on the lap of a random man with such dark eyes it captivated hers every time she dared to glance at them. His eyes hadn't left her for not even a moment since she got inside, and it made her nervous.

Beadie adjusted in his lap slightly, the hand that wasn't resting at the back of the couch coming to rest on her thigh. She tried to swallow down the lump that formed in her throat but failed miserably. Hiding her nervousness, she glided her hands down his chest, feeling the muscles under the crisp white shirt. For a moment, she could swear she felt his fast heartbeat but she pulled away way too soon to confirm that with confidence.

Then her eyes caught sight of something shiny on his neck, barely peeking above the collar of his shirt.

It was a small silver cross. One that looked too familiar to her.

It was a little crooked just like the one Alejandro wore.

Her eyes jumped back to his, searching for something, anything that she could grasp onto. They were a dark, deep brown that pulled her in, silent pleading in them as he looked back up at her. They held each others' gaze for a few seconds, Beadie finally not looking away immediately, taking her time to find familiarity in his eyes.

And with a slight now of his head, he confirmed her suspicion.

Tears blurred her vision from relief, the heavy weight lifting from her chest and finally letting her breathe. He was here. Really here.

She put her hands back on his chest to ground herself, feeling like she'd pass out. His thumb wrote circles on her thigh in a calming way, his dark eyes filling with worry as he watched her. Beadie took in a shaky breath, the dark spots disappearing from her field of vision as she concentrated on his touch.

He'll get me out. He'll get us all out.

Just as Alejandro reached for her hand that rested atop his chest, the guard at the doorway cleared his throat in a warning way. His eyes narrowed in annoyance as he dropped his hand back beside him.

She wanted to talk to him so badly. Or just hug him till her arms fall off. She was so glad to see him again she could kiss him right now if it wasn't for the mask covering his face and the burly guard a few feet away from them.

But what she should do now? This was Alejandro, she couldn't just keep feeling him up like her job said she should. But if he got inside, he must have a plan already. He wouldn't risk blowing her cover otherwise.

Not like her slow brain tonight could catch onto what his plan could be.

Beadie leaned back a little, needing the space to think and figure things out. His hand shot out and touched the small of her back in a way to prevent her from falling off his lap. Great, now her heart started going crazy for entirely different reasons.

"Last warning!" the guard at the entrance bellowed, causing the woman to flinch.

With a dissatisfied rumble, Alejandro leaned back and put both of his arms on the back of the couch, giving her full control. The dark blazer of his opened, showing her a full view of his torso. He looked great in a suit, it was just a shame she had to see him in one within these conditions. The dress shirt looked a little big on him around his waist, but it was still tucked inside the pants neatly.

Except for the right side in the back.

On the same side Alejandro had touched her back.

Of course he had a plan. And finally, she caught it.

Putting a small smile on her face, she moved her hair above her shoulder and arched her back slightly, taking a better look at the guard. He was currently watching them, probably keeping an eye on Alejandro so he wouldn't touch her again. She just wished they were this strict with the other guests, too.

She had to stall for a little until the guard would get distracted. Right now, they couldn't do anything. She had to pretend like he was just one of the many guests around here.

So Beadie got up and slowly started swaying her hips to the music. It felt awkward at first, dancing in such small clothing in front of the man she barely knew for a few days. But when her crystalline eyes met his darkened ones, she got a little braver.

Alejandro had very clear eyes, it was easy to read his emotions. And right now he couldn't even hide the dark sparks of desire in them even if he wanted to.

So he watched Beadie dance sensually to the music around them, keeping an eye out at the guard at the same time. Since his back was to him, the blonde was his only eye. He had to trust her entirely. And he did.

As she danced, she got bolder. She felt the music calm her mind, the security Alejandro meant finally easing her nerves a little. She noticed how his eyes were glued to her hips, watching as they swayed with the rhythm. She dragged a finger down her cleavage, the motion catching his attention. Secretly, she enjoyed the attention she received from him.

Then she remembered what their mission was.

When the next track started to play, the guard finally wasn't on high alert. She climbed back on Alejandro's lap, feeling his muscles tense under her as she did so. In the middle of her dancing session, she caught a small glimpse of the black grip of the gun tucked in the waist of his pants, where his shirt was untucked. Her new goal was to get close enough to him, get his gun, and shoot the guard.

There was a lot of room for error, but she couldn't afford to stall for much longer.

Beadie smoothed her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging him and trying to ease him a little. She was tense as hell as well but they needed to look natural to pull this off. And to her surprise, she could see as he eased back in his seat, his posture relaxing a little. His eyes were wide awake, though, watching her every move.

The woman glanced back to the guard above Alejandro's head. He was currently busy with writing something on his phone and murmuring something in his earpiece. There must be an update from the other guards. Maybe somebody just became her new victim.

And she'll have another one in a matter of minutes.

The blonde gave a quick, subtle nod to Alejandro as a sign.

She scooted closer to him as she leaned in, towering over him. He tilted his head back to get a better look at her, their foreheads almost touching. Her blonde locks fell around them like a curtain, her gaze glued to his. The tension around them was so thick it was hard to breathe, her skin burning and making her think she had a fever.

She slid her hands lower down his chest, her left hand continuing down to his stomach. The sharp intake of his breath did something to her, her thighs clenching around him more. Beadie felt the steady beating of his heart under her palm as her other hand reached for the gun tucked away at his waist.

From the corner of her eye, she caught as his hands balled into fists when her fingertips brushed against his smooth skin.

Leaning a little closer to him, her mouth inches away from his ear, her fingers finally brushed against something cold and hard. She felt her heartbeat pulse in her head, the buzzing in her ears almost drowning out the music around them. With shaky fingers, she grasped the handle of the gun and brushed her nose against the side of his neck as a sign that she was ready.

"Now," he whispered in her ear, the dark tones of his voice causing goosebumps to appear against her skin.

Now.

With the speed of lightning, Beadie whipped the gun and aimed at the guard, him in the middle of putting his phone away. She didn't hesitate to pull the trigger in a matter of a heartbeat, not even thinking about the aftermath.

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we've entered the fun part!! ale if finally here and im so happy