Messy and Shattered (5 page)

Chapter Fifteen
- Aimee

He pushed me into my cell; his part of this place was all Egyptian cotton while I didn't even have a bed.
My head felt like I had been run over by a truck and my whole body ached. I leant against a wall as he left briefly. He had been different today, not nice but different. I still hated the murderer, but for some fucked up reason I was also grateful that he looked after me, even if it was his fault in the long run. I knew that this rope I was walking on was unsafe but maybe he would see something in me and maybe he would decide I was good enough to let go and not be sold. Maybe I was just delusional.

I trust Draco.
I shouldn't, at all, but I do. I was scared before, but something about him, in his eyes tells me this isn't him, maybe I’m becoming psychotic or just wishful thinking but I wonder if he doesn't want to hurt me. In the deep pit of his soul if this is a job much like anything else. The butcher may not want the pig to die, but he’ll still hang its corpse up and cut the meat to sell it; it is a job and maybe that is all this is to a man like Draco.

I heard the door open and he walked through carrying a portable
metal framed bed, he laid it down and I saw the covers from his bed on this new one.

"Yours, but only until you heal enough, or until you're good enough that you deserve it"

He then just walked out of the room and left me, I should have asked more, asked how I got there and how long for but then having a minor concussion will do that. Once my head was screwed on right and I was out of this mess I knew the words I said to him just before I ended up here would ring true; he would pay.

I wondered how long it would be until I was sold and who
I would be sold to. If I couldn’t find a way out somehow I had to think of the other options I had, which at this point, were minimal. I was alone and I was waiting to be whatever they wanted. I asked a stupid question before; I had asked why they picked me, but I knew why,
because
I'm alone, I lived my life alone; the only thing I had was Erin and therefore I was an easy target. No one would look for me extensively, no one would care. I was easy pickings. I had no father who cared; my mother was dead, no caring friends or boyfriends, no aunts or uncles, my grandparents died before I was born and I barely even spoke to my neighbors, so I knew, I knew that the police would stop looking, that my face wouldn’t be all over the papers and I knew in a matter of months my case of disappearance would be closed and no one would ever think of me again. Erin was a little different, she had Joanne and school but she had barely been attending her classes but there was not much Joanne could do to help anyone; she is fifteen and barely able to look after her-self; so you see, I am all alone. I am easy prey.

Thinking about the man that trie
d to rape me made my skin crawl. I was terrified of him and I had no idea what I would do if I ever had to be near him again. I thought of Erin, he said he wanted her, the images in my head of what he would have done to my little auburn-haired and bright-smiled sister made me glad she was with our mother. When he was on top of me, all I could think was how lucky she was that he killed her, and then I felt such sharp guilt that I could ever want my sister dead, and worse that I was jealous it was her instead of me.

I had this locket now, this was all I had of my life and it meant more to me than anything. I needed a plan, I needed to survive, I needed to get out of here and live for my sister. Do everything that was stolen from her.
I would do it; one day I would make it all right again and I would do it for Erin.

**

I woke up in the bed that Draco had left there. I was set on my new plan. I knew what it would take and I knew it would be worth it. I found a smile in my expression as I woke, ready to do what I needed. I got up and had no clothes at all, but considering both men had seen me plenty naked I guess it no longer mattered. I wondered if I was going crazy. I had a dream, or nightmare, I  don't know, that I was in Dracos bed, and he was watching me by the door. It only lasted a second but it made my stomach knot. I hated this room, this was hell; a hell of spinning thoughts and echoes of silence. I stood in the middle of the room waiting for Draco. It felt like all I ever did was wait. For him. For a punishment. For a glimpse of hope. I hated knowing that they were watching me now, watching everything. I heard the scanner buzz and he came in through the white metal door. He looked tired, he had bags under his eyes and his hair was poking out everywhere, his eyes shone in this room, the lights brought out the blue. He was shirtless and had what looked like swimming shorts on, but he wasn't wet. He had in his hand the bowl of food I had to eat. I was so hungry. My stomach wretched at me, but I smelt the food and I needed to eat. He held it to my mouth and I looked down; it had maggots in it now, small ones wriggling inside the bowl and the contents were no longer white, they were brown and black. He handed me my plastic spoon.

"Eat
," he said, like he had said every single time he came in here with this rotten food.

I scooped some up on my spoon and watched a maggot crawl inside it. I stared at it. I brought it to my lips, smelling the decay of it, it made me want to vomit.

"You can do it, come on," he prompted me, and I looked up momentarily to a grin. I opened my mouth and looked into his eyes as I let the food slip onto my tongue.  I felt a need to spit it back out but I was too hungry, I needed to eat it. I swallowed it and felt as a tear dripped from the corner of my eye, then I promised myself, no more tears, not unless it’s a really good reason.

"Good girl. S
ee, wasn't so hard, was it?" he took his thumb and brought it to my bottom lip, I stilled and my heart rate increased, he smiled at me.

"You missed a bit
." He took his thumb and stroked it inside my mouth, I felt myself smile as I drew my teeth and bit down hard onto his thumb, I tasted his blood in my mouth and it felt like a little victory. This wasn't part of the plan, but when it’s given to you on a silver platter you don't turn it down, do you? He shouted obscenities and went to pull his thumb out of my mouth and I squeezed it harder with my teeth. His finger was wedged between my canines and I loved feeling them pierce his skin. I felt as a finger pushed into one of the deep cuts on my thigh, I let him go immediately and howled out in pain.

"
Fuck! You could have taken my fucking thumb off, what the fuck was that for?!" he shouted at me with a look of pure innocence.

"What was that for? You fucking ruined my life and you don't know what that was for? I hate you, just fucking die
!" I shouted louder as the pain in my thigh worsened.

He grabbed me by my hair with his good h
and and brought me close to him. He breathed hard and fast and looked into my eyes with passion and fury; I stared back hoping I mirrored his hatred. Then, as I looked at him, something took over. I pushed my lips onto his and kissed him; tasting his lips and moaning onto his mouth, making him taste the contents of the meal I had just endured. Despite this, he cradled my body as we kissed and his bloody thumb was pressed against my back. He brought a hand down to my arse and squeezed hard at my bare arse cheek; I was now aware of what I was doing and I smiled in my head. My plan would work.

Chapter
Sixteen - Draco

I felt her eager for
this; she pulled herself closer to me. She had just bitten my thumb, I wasn't about to risk my tongue, too. I could taste the rotten food in her mouth but focused on the force of the kiss. I had no idea why she was kissing me, but at this point, I found it hard to care. She began groaning; somehow I managed to pull away. I noticed her grin and a glint in her eye; either she enjoyed it or she was going insane and based on my talks with her previously, I was fairly certain it was the latter option.

I didn't trust her or this situation one bit. "You don't ever touch me without my
consent, is that understood?"

She looked a little hurt, her eyes read a
s offended and then a blameless look. She nodded and stayed still.

"Okay, now, we have some stuff to do. Y
ou've been here almost a week and a half and you need some basic training or you'll end up dying once we sell you off, and then we get angry customers. So, Ms. Davies, you choose. Pain or pleasure?" I kept my voice direct without hinting at any preference for either. She looked to the ground and mumbled.

"
…Pleasure?"

I immediately slapped her across the
face; I watched her cheek turn a perfect red.

"First lesson ... It is never about what
you
want. You are a product. You're nothing. Repeat it." I had to be firm. She had to learn, so that at the show Jethro had told me about, she would be the one to watch.

She glared at me
, not repeating it. I sighed at her and slapped her hard across the face again, she made a little noise. Then her eyes fell to the ground - as did the tears - as she spoke.

"I am a product.
I am nothing." She was mumbling. It pissed me off.

"Again, louder
!" I demanded.

"Please, Draco
." She was sad. I couldn't care.

"Please what? I'm helping yo
u. Trust me, the sooner you learn, the better. Now say it."

"I am a product. I... I am nothing
." She said it louder, firmer, and I knew she believed it. She had to. She would be sold, no doubt.

"Now
, on your knees before me," I ordered. I had no time to coddle her, she would learn now if I had to beat it into her.

"I
... My knees are bruised from..." she was mumbling again and I wasn't having it.

"I don't care.
I gave you a fucking order, now do it, and if you keep mumbling I’ll give you something that will make it hard not to scream.” Frankly I was expecting more of a fight. Yes, Rahul had beaten her, but I knew her spirit was still in there, or it was last night. I had watched her on the monitors all night, I heard as she cried out my name as she slept. I wondered why that was, why call out for me of all people? She was on her knees in front of me, her head bowed down. Her hair looked so silky and soft. I had enjoyed washing her hair, it reminded me of a childhood I had long forgotten, where I wasn't a murderer and my biggest task was wondering what meal we would have for dinner that night. I let her stay kneeling; she would look up eventually. They always did, and then I’d make her regret it. What I couldn't grasp is why, looking at her head bowed down, I was almost pleading in my mind that she wouldn't look up but why the hell did I care? Maybe I should be repeating it instead.
She is a product. She is nothing.

The plan was
clear; I had to tell her about the show soon. That wouldn't be fun. It had been ten minutes without her looking up and so I waited. She hadn't flinched at all; another five minutes passed and I knew I shouldn't just wait until she looked, I should praise her.

"You didn't look up. G
ood girl. If you had looked up, I would have made you regret it. Because you didn’t, I will instead let you kiss me.”

“Wow,
isn’t that so selfless of you. First you murder my sister, and then you practically strangle me. After that, you beat my thighs so I can’t walk, and finally, of course, you let your friend almost rape me. But now I get to kiss you? That makes it worth every goddamn second!”

I grabbed her face by her cheeks and kissed her lips hard; she tried to remain firm to it but she melted agains
t my lips; and that was my cue to pull away.

“
Now shut up and stand and face me." She did as I commanded without argument.

I had to get her used to men touching her
, even if she was still a little raw from Rahul. Rahul hadn't come back yet and I was glad. I was easing her in gently. Once he was back, I couldn't protect her as much. I held her waist close to me and looked into her broken and shattered soul through her swollen eyes. I wanted to apologise again, but stopped myself. This wasn't my problem. She wasn't my problem. This was a job. This was
my
job.

I had my fun with the little bitch. Looking at the twenty-something blond that was passed out next to me; I smiled, remembering Aimee’s face as I had shoved my finger inside her. She was terrified, and that was my aim. I wanted Draco to find us. I had hoped I would be deep inside her by then; he would have been absolutely destroyed by it. But I still had the upper hand with him. He killed the one I wanted, so I took something from him. It was only fair. I looked at the girl in my bed, such a shame she was such a whiny slut. I paid her, if I wanted to punch her in the pussy she shouldn't complain. But hey, she passed out from shock eventually and now she wouldn’t speak again. I remember one night with Dahlia; she asked me why I was like this. She was in my arms and I was rubbing her head because I had pulled a handful of her hair and a bit of her scalp out while fucking her from behind half an hour before. I told her the truth: I know what I like, and women are just a way for me to enjoy my life. I use women because that’s the way it works. My father used my mother, and I use the women I want. I don't feel sad for hurting them, they are here for me. After she asked me that, I raped her. I told her I was showing her what I meant. She cried the whole time. It was amazing, and I had gotten so hard. I am what I am, I make no apologies. To be in this business, you have to have no morals, and I've mastered that. I got up and got dressed to go back to The Shell when I got a call.

"Rahul speaking
, what do you want?" I was blunt; I didn't have time for shit.

"Rahul, I need to talk to you, I saw the
brunette girl on your site, I know I shouldn't call but-"

"Damn right you shouldn't fucking call, Jesus. What the fuck do you want
, what about her?" I was so livid; I wanted to beat his face in.

"I know, but I heard she is going to be at the The Lights show, and I was wondering if it was true?" Jays
French accent was so over the top at times, I could swear it was fake. The Lights? I wasn't aware we were even invited, but thinking about it, that was the highest show for the best girls. The best buyers in the world attended this show; I’m not sure how we would ever snag an invite to that. I mean, yes, Aimee was pretty and British, but The Lights? Maybe Draco wasn't so bad after all.

"When is the show?" I was thinking about
Aimee’s bruised face and body, no fucker would want her like that.

"Two weeks’ time.
So, will she be there? I want to see her."

"She’
ll be there, no doubt" and I hung up.