CARTER

I was standing in the humid cell, young and scared. The voice of a woman begging. A voice too familiar to me. Too familiar to my heart. I'm not conscious, I know I am not but my hearing worked perfectly and by my other senses I knew where I was.

The woman kept begging "Rafael, make them stop. For the love of god, make them stop. God, it hurts." There was laughing but they sounded low. Mostly the cackles of men and then the cry of a woman I knew too well. She kept crying for god knows how fucking long. She kept begging Rafael to stop the men from- I don't know what they were doing. My body felt too heavy to move and my eyes were too heavy to open. But my throat felt tight as I cursed at myself to get the fuck up and help her. I kept cursing myself to fucking move. I kept chanting to fucking move.

I can't move. I can't fucking move! Fuck!
Fucking move, you coward!
Fucking help her!
Fucking help your...

My eyes open and I sit up and then groan, my head dizzy from sitting up instantly.
I hear the sound of a cup being put on the nightstand and smell coffee. Elijah smiles. I groan "The fuck do you want? Did you just make me a coffee?" He smiles wider "Morning, sunshine. The earth says hello!"

I grunt "The fuck do you want?" He rolls his eyes "Can't I just make coffee for my best friend?"

"You're shit at making coffee."

"Can't I just do something nice for my best friend?"

"Your lazy ass is never nice to me."

He grits his teeth but still says through the smile "Can't I just put a mug of hot shit on my best friend's nightstand?" Elijah was getting on my nerves "What. The fuck. Do you. Want?" Then he spits it all out "Your keys to the red mustang." I scoff "Fuck no!"

"Why not?"

"You forgetting what you did to my Tesla?"

"It was a scratch!"

"You broke the fucking headlights! You were drunk!"

"You make a perfectly good argument but, come on, I gotta impress this girl I met two days ago."

"What the fuck happened to your car?"

"The girl is hot, Carter. Insanely fucking hot. You think she would wanna go out with a guy who drives a KIA?"

"Not my problem."

He groans "Okay, how about, you let me have the mustang for a week and then I'll do the dirty work of finding Rossi." I'm reaching for my keys on the nightstand and throw them at him. He takes it with a smile "Love you, bro!" And then he's running out. I shout "Don't make me gag!"

Now that I'm alone, I realized it had been a long time since I had that nightmare. Was that even a nightmare? No, it wasn't. It was a piece of my memory that my brain has tucked so far in the corner of my mind that it was fighting to resurface.
I touch the back of my neck and my hair was wet, sticking to the nape of my neck. Fuck. I get up and steer off the shitty coffee Elijah made.
I'm walking straight to the bathroom, taking off my clothes, and straight in the shower. I turn the water on to the hottest and let it burn my skin. Maybe this will take the memory away. Maybe this will resolve it all.

This is my punishment for being too slow that day.

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I walk straight from my corner to the cell.

I find her sitting there in the corner with her legs to her chest. Lilly was pretty, I don't disagree with that. She was small but not skinny. Blessed in certain places. Heavy breasts and curved hips. Thick thighs. Soft face with big dark blue eyes. Pale that you could tell if she was blushing or if she was scared. When I had my hands in her panties, I couldn't stop looking at her cheeks. How they turn red when she reaches her climax. How her ears get warm and red when her back arch.

She kept the bucket as far away from her as possible. I bet she didn't go. She was stubborn in a stupid fucking way.

"Lilly," I find it fascinating that every time I say her name, her body perks up. She gets tensed, more aware of her surrounding. Her lips were dry and she was paler than usual. My gaze goes to her bottle but she has run out of water. I hadn't given her anything since the last meal she ate in front of me. Not even those disgusting dry pieces of bread. I knew she was hungry, she was thirsty and she was scared. They're easier to break like that. Hunger turns them into an animal, as my father says. When hungry, there's a thin line between an animal and a human. Both get easier to train.

I ask "Did you miss me?" I unlock the cell and walk in slowly. The slower you are when they can't predict your move, the more fear sets in their hearts.
I crouch and hold her chin between my thumb and forefinger "Look at you. So dehydrated. So hungry." By holding her chin I could she had a slight fever for hours.
I pull out the cold water bottle from my back pocket and hold it in front of her. An audible whimper escapes her throat but she stays grounded, her eyes are on that bottle in my hand. I tilt my head "You want this, Lilly?" She leans her head back against the wall and her eyes are on me this time. Longing. Weak. Desperate. I knew it was hard to swallow her saliva at this moment. And then there was the pain of not peeing for five days. Stupid, stubborn woman. Her voice breaks "Please," And her eyes are closing slowly. On the brink of fainting. I twist the cap open and put my hand behind her head, supporting it as I put the mouth of the bottle to her lips. At the slight taste of the cold water, her eyes open and she's drinking it in. All of it. Holding my wrist with both of her hands, afraid I'll pull away any time, she's drinking it all. If I tilt the bottle up a little higher, she will move her head with it. If I tilt it lower, she will move her head with that too.
Her eyes were on me. Watching me as she takes it all into the last drop.

I throw the bottle in the bucket and pull out another bottle from my back pocket. Now, she's greedy. I ask "More?" She nods and soon as I open the cap, she grabs my wrist and latches her mouth to the bottle, drinking that down to the last drop too. Her eyes never move from me. I smile "Good girl, Lilly."
She pulls her head away and wipes her lips with the back of her hand, catching her breath. Her lips recovered to their natural rose color. Her eyes silently beg for freedom because she knows well to say it out loud. I wipe the drop she missed from her chin and say "Did you know the guy your hospital saved, Lilly?" She's quiet and I continue "That guy is known by the name of Maximus Rossi. Mafia." I was telling her all of this because I wanted to see if it could spark a little flame of recognition. "He owns a candy factory. A fucking candy factory which is a cover-up for laundering money and inventing rape drugs."

I lean closer "I heard about what you did. How you were considered a hero for two hours for saving that man's life. But was it worth it? Saving the man who sold Rohypnol to people so they can drug others just to put their dicks in them. 18-year-olds. 14-year-olds. 10-year-olds. All that rape because one fucking drug lord decided to sell drugs like that." Her jaw clenched "You're any better? I saw you sold those girls. I watched you as you were on the verge of selling me. You acted like some show host as if you were selling appliances instead of innocent human beings to disgusting people."
I grab her jaw and push her head back to the wall, leaning in with a smile "Where did all that confidence come from, Lilly?" Her breaths came harsh from her nose "I'm a nurse. I vowed to save people without caring who they are. But if I find you one day, bleeding and begging to live, I will turn away and leave you to die in agony." I smile wider, straddling her legs to stop her from moving as I lean closer till my lips were touching hers. I put my hand on her heart which was beating like crazy "Darling, you act as if you hate but you find pleasure with my fingers. What happened to the girl that orgasmed in front of 200 people?" I chuckle and she screams, pushing me away. I was taken aback by the outburst but I recover in seconds, grabbing her by her arms and pulling her down flat on the floor, straddling her hips, and keeping her legs pinned. I push her arms above her head till she's helpless and vulnerable. Her eyes tear up as I hold both of her wrists above her head with a single hand and hold her by her neck, refraining her to move.

Her blue eyes were wide and going crazy. I tell her "Do you have any idea how much people are willing to pay me for you, Lilly? Do you know your worth? Seven million dollars. I know I can sell for thirteen. I bet you have never seen a million dollars in your fucking life, Lilly." I push my hand inside her track pants and she clenches her thigh instantly, but I was already inside her panties, finding her clit and gently stroking it to get her wet instantly. She whimpers and throws her head back and tears run down the side of her eyes. I lean to her ear and say "This is how you were that day. This is how you reacted too. Getting wet for me instantly." Her back arched but she cried at the guilt of this stimulation.

I feel her getting wet and with my finger, I drag that wetness up to her clit. My finger circled it easier than before. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and I smile "I dare you not to orgasm." It was impossible not to. Not when I felt her clit get swollen under my finger. It was a matter of seconds before orgasm will hit her full force. She tries to break her wrists free but my advantage was my weight on her. I say in her ear "Don't fight it, Lilly. Enjoy this. I know you want to." I watch as her bottom lip falls from between her teeth and her eyes clench. I work my fingers quickly, putting slight pressure, and her back arches again. The vein on the side of her neck pushed out of her milky skin.
Almost there. And in the next second, she moans out with a cry, quivering under me. I let her ride it out until she's limp and stops struggling.

When I pull my hand out, I hold it in front of her, letting her get a view of my wet fingers. She looks away with guilt and embarrassment. I kiss her temple and say "Know your place, Lilly." And then I get off, walking out without another word. Letting her cry alone and in the dark.

I broke her soul.

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LILLY

I lay there, holding myself as I cry out. I hated this so much. I kept begging god to just wake me up from this nightmare and no one woke me up. I wish Sarah had woken up. I wish she woke me up, scolding me to behave at work and leaving me to gather myself and then continuing my day. But no one wakes me up from these nightmares. I felt violated. I felt angry. I was sad and scared. I felt vulnerable. I hated the wetness between my legs that stayed for hours, I hated how it drenched my underwear.

It was time. He wasn't gonna stop.

I take out the plastic knife I had kept hidden under the so-called blanket and I chew off the sharp dull razor, breaking the plastic with my teeth little by little to make it sharper. I had tiny cuts inside my lips that hurt like hell at the start.
The broken plastic was sharp enough that with force and pressure, I could cut break through skin.

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CARTER

I'm not happy that I hurt her like this. But if I was going to choose between torturing Lilly to get her to tell me about Rossi or letting my ten-year freedom go down the drain- I was gonna choose myself. You have to do to get what you want. You have to cross boundaries for things that you desire. And I had crossed that line I drew for myself. I promised her that I will never turn like my father but that line, that I drew, was erased by me. By my insanity. I let her down. She won't ever forgive me. She will hate me even if she's dead.

I went straight from the humid cell to my father. He was in his study this time. In a black tracksuit. Working on his table. He looks up at me and removes his glasses. I ask "Did the doctor give you the all-clear to leave the bed?" He scoffs "You think? He was against it. So I had him thrown out in seconds with a warning."

"Did you use your words or your gun?"

"Gun."

He threatened the doctor with the gun. Disgusting fucker.

He asks "How is it going with that girl of yours?" I look down at my left hand and say "I broke her soul." He slowly claps with a smile "Barava ragazza (Good boy)." Then he keeps smiling at me. Proud. Smiling like a proud fucking father when he wasn't even near to a father to me at all.
"Who are you bringing to the bidders ball?" My eyes narrow and my brows knit "Bidders ball?"

"Have you forgotten, Carter?"

Realization dawns on me. Shit. I had forgotten about it. I say "I'm bringing no one." It was a shit show invented by my father fifteen years ago. It happens every year, near October. A three-day event with no weapons or phones. A fucked up tradition that people in the mafia went crazy for. My father tilts his head "No, you're bringing someone. I don't wanna see you there all alone."

"Then I'm not fucking coming."

"Yes, you are. Until you find Rossi and kill him as per our deal, you will attend every function with me as my heir to this Cartel. I don't care what the fuck your say, Carter."

I had no say in this. He continues "Bring that girl. I'm sure she'll be a good fuck for you that day now that you succeeded in breaking her." I ask with a brow raised "And what if people ask me to sell her?" He shrugs "She's yours now. Do whatever the fuck you want. Sell her, don't sell her. Fuck her alone or with other women in the room. I don't fucking care. You're attending with her." I sigh and turn around to leave the room before he stops me "Carter. If she disobeys anyone at the bell, I will put a bullet through her head. I don't want people disrespecting me because of her."

F U C K!

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I walk down the hallway and take out my phone. I had a camera installed in her cell right on the ceiling, giving me the perfect angle of the cell in every corner. She was holding something.
I stop walking and I zoom in.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking Lilly!
I'm running from the corridor to the cell. I'm running as fast as I could.

I walk through the gates and see her holding the plastic knife on her wrist. I don't fucking know how she made it sharper but fuck her for being smart. Before she could drag the sharp edge across her wrist, I'm pushing into the cell door and marched in. Angry to the fucking core. I grab her wrist and throw the knife away. I didn't care if she died or not. But I fucking cared about her stealing my freedom from me. Fuck if I let her take it away from me.
She cries as I hold her wrist and then I feel something wet. I remove my fingers and curse loudly. She made a deep cut that I couldn't judge before.

Fuck!

I rip off the end of my shirt and wrap it around her wrist, keeping pressure "Stupid, stupid girl. What the fuck were you thinking?" She pushes my hand away so she could bleed out but no fucking way. Not happening till I'm stuck in this hell hole. No fucking way.
She's crying nonstop and then she's screaming out loud at me. Purely screaming with no words. I let her scream as much as she wants, she was low on energy anyway.
As I tie the end pieces together, she's down. Passing out instantly. Would've banged her head on the floor if I hadn't caught her before. Fuck.
I put my phone to my ears and pick her up, walking out of the cell as I spit orders at Elijah "Get me a fucking doctor. Now!"
Shit!

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