Messy and Shattered (4 page)

Chapter Eleven
- Rahul

That stupid little boy. He thought I wouldn't find out. It's
cute really. I know everything. I couldn’t have come so far in this goddamn business if I didn’t. He worked hard to concoct a stupid story. The girl overpowered him? Right, of course the fifteen year old with no upper body strength overpowered him. He said he had no choice but to stop her before she alerted anyone. Good job I have eyes and ears everywhere. I had placed cameras in that room before the girls had even gotten there; I had video feeds of both of them. I had the video of him killing my little virgin girl, but I pretended to believe him. After all, that's the plan. I knew if I kept it up that I would be well rewarded, I would get my resolve eventually. He is going out today, to meet a 'friend.' He has no fucking friends. The plus side is that I get sweet Aimee all to myself. Draco was such a damn fool. He hadn't had any fun with her. Hit her a little and been a little rough, but I think she needs more. She wasn't scared of Draco, but she would be terrified of me. I waited for Draco to leave and watched her on my monitor, she sat there rubbing her bruised thigh; I couldn't wait to get in there, make her wish that it was her Draco had killed.

Chapter Twelve
- Draco

It had been
three months since I last saw Jethro. I checked in every three months with him per my instructions. I drove out to a desolate area based on the longitude and latitude coordinates he had given me. He was parked in his black sedan and I parked up my pick-up truck and walked over to the car.

I enjoyed meeting with Jethro, he kept me sane. Sometimes you forget that this isn't who you are
and you're just playing a role, that's what they told me when I joined. The two principle problems with this line of work were maintaining your identity for long periods and reintegrating back into society. Usually I didn't have many issues; I had killed and maimed and it was a job I had to do. In the end we won, it just took sacrifices. The past few days with Aimee had been hard. She refused to eat and her thighs looked worse and worse as I had to keep beating her. I had to be 'Draco' when I was with her, the guy that Rahul expected. He had cameras in that room, and according to him, I was already too soft on the girl. The first time I hit her, I apologized under my breath. I wouldn't do this if I didn't have to; I needed to remember I wasn't this guy, the trouble was that I was starting to enjoy it, and that's when I knew I had to meet Jethro. 

I opened his car door and got in.

"Nice to see you, Jethro"

He simply nodded and asked what had happened in the last three months. I told him about Rahul meeting more girls and that he ha
d become more violent, including one prostitute he had brought back and gagged while he burned her body with cigarettes and then strangled her to death while inside of her. He made me clean up the mess. I told Jethro about other leads I had gained, including a buyer who was second in command to one of the largest illegal brothels in the world. Then I told him about Erin.

"You realise
I should pull you out for that. You have a license to kill under protection and immunity against any crime you commit on these jobs but based on your description and the look in your eye I would say you at least need a psych evaluation. I know you don't want that, you've worked too hard. We’ll keep this between us. You know you can trust me, you can relax with me." He lightly patted my shoulder as a show of support and even though I was strong and resilient, what I did to Erin wouldn't leave me. No matter what, I would never forget those eyes. Killing out of necessity wasn't new to me, but I wondered if it was really necessary. Maybe I had another option, but I had seen how Rahul had become more violent. Maybe I was cracking because I simply couldn't watch another one.

Jethro was a smar
t man, young and focused. He had been an agent at the CIA for a number of years, from what I knew of him he had been undercover once and I believe it didn't end well. Since then, he had been a contact controller which basically meant he checked in with covert agents who were deep undercover for extended periods.

He told me they had gotten further with working out a way to pull out the big
boys in the sex slave industry. Unfortunately, he told me it involved the girl I was currently training. They were going to use alternative contacts and sources to have word escape of our young British beauty; a British girl is exceptionally rare to find and even though she wasn't a virgin - or I had assumed not - she would still get Rahul and I a hefty sum. Jethro went over his plan and had me listen intently.

Chapter Thirteen
- Aimee

I sat in my corner; I had decided it was mine. It had been days I was sure. I couldn't be sure
, but it must have been; my bruises were a reminder. I couldn't walk anymore. My thighs felt like they were bruised on the inside. I rubbed them and they stung. He brought in the food and I didn't eat it, now it was moldy and stiff. When I saw it last it had green stripes of mold running through it and black, tar-like edges. I used my spoon to try and move it but it had set like concrete. I couldn't eat it, I refused to. He had said the next step was he wouldn't let me have any water either. I hadn't been allowed to shower yet. I spent most of my time alone. At first it wasn't so bad but then it was quiet and dead and I felt so desperate to have something. It had been too long, I was sure Draco usually came in by now. I heard the door open and my mouth almost smiled at the thought of some company. Then I remembered my sister’s blood on that marble floor and suppressed my smile.

I looked to the door only expecting one f
ace. I looked at the muscular man in front of me, and I knew I had seen him before; at the hotel when our room was switched; even then he made my skin crawl. He moved closer and I tried to scurry away, his thick brown lips widened to show rotting brown teeth and his eyes were as black as coal. I knew he was going to hurt me. I knew it in the pit of my stomach and I knew I wouldn't recover.

"Hello Aimee. O
h, come on. Scurry away from me but have nice little banter with your sister’s murderer? Seems a little unfair, you fucking bitch..." He got up close to me and sat on the ground and pulled me into him, my heart clambered a mile a minute and my eyes burned with tears. He grabbed my hair and pulled it hard "... You see, I wanted that little innocent sister of yours; she was so perfect, not like you. You're used and therefore ugly. Look at you, skinny little bitch aren't you. I could snap you like a twig. I want to show you what your little sister missed out on; what she could have had. Draco is watching. He likes it, too. You're a fool." His voice was pure hatred, he was evil and death and the worst of everything mixed into one. He stood up and he pulled me by my hair into the middle of the room, I felt as blood dripped from my scalp. He knew I couldn't stand and he leaned over me with his foot and stamped hard onto my face, I cried out in a scream and for the first time I couldn't fake how I felt; my arrogance disappeared, I was scared. I felt as I sat in a pool of something. My heart felt flat. I looked at him as he took his foot away and noticed the cuts he had made into my bruised thighs. It should hurt but I couldn't feel a thing. He leaned over my body and began biting me. He ripped off my baby doll garment and sank his teeth around my nipple drawing more blood. I was certain it would scar. A constant reminder of the payback I had to dish out later.

I opened my mouth to plead for him to stop and to ask why he was doing this, what the hell he wanted but only screams came out. I screamed for my sister, for my mother and finally for the man watching the show, for Draco but nothing happened. I was bruised and broken
and I let myself be prepared for what I knew was coming next. I wasn't a virgin, but I had only had sex with one guy and I was petrified. I knew he was going to rape me, I knew that he would have raped my sister. He pulled down his black trousers and ripped off his white shirt, he had himself ready to enter my bone dry privates and I cried the same word over and over.

"Please."

He ignored my pleas and shoved a finger hard inside me, burning me inside from the friction. I tried to move but he overpowered me.

"Don't pretend you aren't enjoying this, you little whore
."

Suddenly I felt more alone th
an I ever had. I was here with this man who was hurting me down to my soul and all I could do was pray to a god I could no longer believe in that maybe he would take me and bring me to my family and make it all end.

As I resigned to the fact that this man was going to r
ape me and hurt me immeasurably, my body felt numb and I let my consciousness waver in and out as my mind tried to deal with my current situation.

I hea
rd a thump and a yell. I listened harder, trying to stay conscious and coherent. I opened my eyes that I had squeezed tight and saw him, Draco. He had Rahul on the ground off of me and was punching him over and over in the face. I didn't understand what had just happened but I watched it unfold before me.

"She is mine,
I told you that! You don't fucking touch her!" He kept punching and all I could see was blood on his hands. I was sure he would kill him but then I looked at the dark skinned man on the ground and he was taking it, he wasn't fighting. Then he pushed Draco off of him.

"You forget son, what's yours
is mine. You were fuck all when I met you, don't bite the hand that feeds you or I swear to God, Draco, next time I won’t stop when you come in, I will
make
her mine!" the dark-skinned man left and slammed the door. I watched with one swollen eye as Draco came over to me. His eyes looked sad and apologetic and he held me in his arms.

"Jesus Christ, look at you. I know you won’t believe me but I
didn't think this would happen. I wouldn't have gone out; I wouldn't have left you alone with him. I promised her I’d protect you." He could barely look at me and I had never been more confused.

I opened my
mouth to speak but choked on the blood in my throat. He pulled me close into his chest and lifted me off of the ground. I felt my head tip back as my eyes fell to sleep away the pain. As he reached the door I lost consciousness.

I held he
r as close as I could, and watched as my white tank top turned red from her blood. I was glad Rahul had left; there is no way he would have allowed this. I shouldn't have left her, and if I had been any later she would have been another girl raped by him. I took her down the darkened corridor that was bare except wooden floors. I got to the bathroom and stepped inside; like the prison she had been kept in, this was all white; white tiles everywhere. It was very clean and fresh. I laid her on the tiled floor while I walked to the white tub and set about drawing her a bath. I looked over at her and felt a burn in my chest, she had been so feisty and strong, but now, just like this building, she would be a shell. She had blood all over her face, her nose looked almost broken and her eyes were both bruised and swollen. We needed to sell her and his decision to beat her senseless really didn’t seem logical to me. I looked at her thighs and saw the cruel bruises I had made and saw how they paled in comparison to the many bruises and bites now marring her body. I turned the silver bath taps off and held her again to lower her into the tub. I watched as a single tear escaped her closed eyes.

I washed her body of blood, trying to be gentle and only dab her fragile skin. Her eyes fluttered open as I washed arou
nd her bloody and bitten nipple; she looked at me completely distant, like she wasn't in there anymore. She didn't speak for a few minutes and I began washing her hair but couldn't get the right angle, I stroked her cheek lightly and felt a few tears wet my hand.

"I can’t wash your hair like this, I know this is the last thing you want but can I come in? I’ll stay dressed and just get wet and
I’ll only wash your hair" she just looked at me not saying a word and then she scooted forward a bit and I pulled off my trainers off and white socks, I rolled up my jeans to my knees and slowly entered the bath just behind her, she immediately fell back, exhaustion making her rely on my body. I rubbed the shampoo into her hair and felt as my fingertips pressed into the dried blood on her scalp.

"Why me… w
hy us?" she mumbled, still dazed, but I was content she had even managed to speak.

"You were there, the why isn't important
," I continued to stroke her hair with shampoo.

"What's going to happen to me, Draco?" I heard her voice break as s
he said my name. I hated that I couldn't tell her everything, but at least while Rahul was gone I could show her a little kindness.

"I don't know. R
ight now you're having a bath and right now... I just want you to know that what he did, I swear to you I wouldn't have left if I had known he would do that."

She moaned a little as I pushed a little harder into her scalp.

"Draco, please just be honest with me" I stayed silent for a few minutes washing her beautiful brunette locks, savoring this moment, because I knew that once I answered, she would only hurt worse.

"We... y
ou are going to be sold, Aimee," I said, slowly but flippantly.

"Sold? To who, Why? I ... why did you kill her? M
y Erin, my beautiful Erin…" she sobbed hard and I pulled my arms around her stomach and weary of her bruises I held her as close as I could to comfort her. I knew she wanted to tell me to leave her alone, to leave her because I was just a murderer to her, just a man who beat her for not eating and left her here to be crushed and hurt so badly by Rahul. It was cruel to confuse her, I should be the Draco she knows and despises, but no, instead I'm in a bath holding her while she sobs because I saved her sister from a life worse than death. 

"Sold to the highest bidder, you're a slave for whatever they want, sex, beatings, rape, captivity... You will be sold in a few weeks... A little longer now Rahul has beaten you so fucking severely. As for your sister, because I... I want to
lie to you, to tell you it was because I'm a soul-less pig but..." I pulled her closer so I could whisper in her ear "... I tried to save her from becoming worse than you right now. Tell me, if you watched this happen to your sister, would you rather spare her that or have her die with dignity and purity?" I tried to be honest and hoped that she understood that, understood why I did it.

"You know what I would have liked? I would have liked if you left us alone, you never saw us, and that right now I was with my sister on a plane home, and that I wasn't in this fucking bath, cut and bruised and having my scalp massaged by her god damn murderer
."

I laughed, I didn't mean to, it came out completely
irrational and inconsiderate but she was back, she was Aimee again, honest to a fault and brutal. That's how I knew she was going to be okay. She was strong and if she needed to hate me and want vengeance for her sister’s death to do it then I guess that was okay.

"One day you'll understand. I have something for you, wait here
." I got out the bath and hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid, I walked to the bathroom door, my clothes all wet. I punched the code in and left her in the bathroom as I walked up the corridor to my room. Inside it was painted cream with one wall in red, the bed lining was red silk and Egyptian cotton, the drapes were cream and the wardrobe across from the bed was pine. I pulled my top and jeans off and threw them in a bag to throw away. I heard footsteps and my brows furrowed as I saw a very naked Aimee in my door way.

"Oh - Sorry, I... You left the door open a little so I
... You think you could cover -
that –
up," she said, pointing to my length.

"Well it wouldn't be there if you didn't walk around butt naked, you really should stay in the bathr
oom. But since you never seem to do as I say, come here" I commanded and expected her to ignore me. She didn't, and moved into the room.

"You've seen me
naked; I really have no reason to be coy anymore, especially since I’ll be a sex slave in a few weeks, which is apparently my life now. I should be shocked; but I think I ran out of that emotion a long time ago" She moved inside and ran her fingers over my bed lining and turned away from me. I picked up the silver chain and locket from my trouser pant pocket in my wardrobe and turned around, her back was to me, I touched her back lightly and she flinched; she had so many bruises on her skin. She didn't seem scared which surprised me. I pulled the chain around her neck and clasped it to her throat. She turned and held the locket in her hand and looked from it into my eyes.

"Where…
how come you have this?" her eyes pricked with tears as she opened the locket clasp and stroked a finger over the photo of her angelic sister and I watched a tear roll down her cheek.

"I took it, I
was going to give it to you but ... well there you go" I watched her smile for the first time, her lips rose and it made her face bright, she looked beautiful, even with her face battered.

"I have to take you back, Aimee."

Her eyes ripped into me, pleading with me.

"Let me go, Draco. Please. I know you aren't like Rahul, please
." She looked so desperate, and as much as I wanted to protect her, nice time was over.

"No
, Aimee, you are a product to me, you need to stay. You will be sold, and you will be a slave.
That
is your future. Do not get confused about that." I stared into her eyes as I said it.

"Fuck you
," she muttered.

"Oh you will
." I took her by the hand, both of us still naked as I pressed my finger into the fingerprint scanner to her room and pushed her hard inside while she sobbed.