After Maribell cleaned up her wounds and put on some makeup to cover the darkening bruise on her cheek she took Matthew to the bus stop and waited with him until it arrived. After that she went to the store and picked out a new dishware set. She sighed and carried her purchases back to the house. She frowned at the mess still on the table and floor. She set the dishware on the counter and set to cleaning off the table. When she was done she went to the room and changed the bedding and grabbed the dirty laundry. Maribell started the dirty clothes and then finished cleaning the rooms and the bathrooms. She changed out the laundry and then went to clean the living room. She started making lunch for her mom, sister, and stepdad then went to fold the laundry. When she was done putting away the laundry she checked the time. She had enough time to grab three hours of sleep before they came home and she had to go to work.
Maribell woke up before her alarm went off and sighed. She was exhausted and felt like she could go back to sleep and sleep for days. Instead she got up off of her bed and stretched. She quickly changed into a clean uniform and tied up her curly blonde hair. She carefully applied some more makeup to cover her bruises and dark eyes before going down the stairs. She ran into the kitchen and put on an apron over her uniform.
Maribell quickly pulled out some ingredients for slow cooker chicken with veggies and rice. She quickly diced up the chicken and veggies before popping them into the crockpot. She added some seasonings and a can of beer to give it some extra flavor. Then she poured some rice into a bowl. She took it over to the sink and started washing it, a trick she had learned working at a Korean restaurant.when she was sixteen. Once the rice was washed and drained she put it in the rice cooker and selected the timer. Once it was started she quickly left a note that lunch was ready and in the fridge and that dinner was in the crock pot and rice cooker. She grabbed her bag and keys and locked up the house.
Maribell walked into work more exhausted than when she had left. She sighed and put on her apron before clocking in. The night was busy and the tips were good. Between that and her stepdad sneaking into her room at night she didn’t mind the long shifts.
Maribell pocketed her paycheck and tips then clocked out for the night. She was exhausted and the sun would be coming up by the time that she got home. Then everything would start all over. Maribell sighed as she walked home. Her teeth were chattering in the early morning chill as she turned right down the street. She was almost home when she felt a sudden pain on the back of her head. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, her body went limp, and everything went dark.
Margo sent off a quick text from her burner phone to Kane updating him on her situation and then powered off the phone and tossed it into a trash can as she walked down the street. It had been a year since she had gone into hiding again. She had made a quick trip to New York during that time to talk with a journalist that she had met through her editor Howard. Ronald had been surprised when she had called him and said that she needed to see him so he jumped at the opportunity to get a story. To his surprise she had handed him a flash drive and a number to call if he had any questions. She didn’t know if she could do what she needed to do and also give him more information about Bernard and his evil deeds. She turned down the street and walked into a cafe. She ordered a coffee and opened up her laptop and plugged in her headphones. She quickly pulled up the security feed from Bernard’s compound. She watched as a black luxury sedan pulled up to the mansion and a tall brunette, who was impeccably dressed, climbed out of the backseat. Her earphones caught the sound of heels clicking on the floor as she entered the house. Margo sat there sipping her coffee as she listened to the woman she now knew as Abigail converse with Bernard.
“Bernard, you’re looking well.” She purred.
“Thank you, Abigail. You’re looking amazing as usual.” He said.
“Well, aren’t you a charmer?” She chuckled. “Here’s the itinerary for the new auction.” She said softly.
There was silence as she listened to the sound of rustling paper fill the room.There was a little humming which she assumed was Bernard nodding and agreeing with whatever was on the itinerary. The papers shuffled once more before she heard a chair squeak.
“This is good but I want to make some adjustments. I have a new shipment coming in so I need to send some people to Pink Velvet. I don’t have enough room to keep them here.” Bernard said.
“Who should I be expecting?” She asked.
“Numbers eight, twelve, fifteen, seventeen, twenty, twenty-one through thirty.” He said as he drummed his fingers on the desk.
“I can make some room for them. When should I be expecting them?” She asked.
“Does two weeks from now work?” He asked.
“I can take them sooner if I need to.” She said.
“That can work. How is Dark Desires working out?” He asked.
“It’s great! A bunch of the girls that were sent there are a lot more docile than when they went in. I have a notice about who will be going where now that they have shaped up.” She chuckled.
“I’m glad. I figured it would work. How did the progress on the facility go?” He asked.
“Well, we have quite a few that are still fighting it but between the aphrodisiacs and the aromatherapy we’re figuring out what works best for who. We have quite a few pregnancies from there too.” She said, chuckling.
“How far along are they?”
“We have two women that are due any day now. And a few of the women that frequent the place have conceived as well.” She said, happily.
“That’s great.” Bernard said.
“We’ve had a few die though.” She said, nonchalantly.
“Well, maybe that will help keep the others in line.” Bernard chuckled.
Margo felt her stomach churn as she listened to them talk about forced pregnancies and rape as if it was the weather. She hated these people with a passion. Her hands were balled into fists and she took a few deep calming breaths to steady herself.
“Well, I’m going to head back. I had planned to stay here for a few days and spend some time between the sheets but with the new babies coming I want to make sure that I am there in time to receive them and place them with their families.” Abigail said, standing up from her seat.
“I see. Well, duty calls. We can always have a good roll in the sheets when you come back for the auction.” Bernard chuckled.
“I look forward to having your cock buried deep in my pussy.” She purred, making Margo’s stomach churn again. “I guess that's one good thing about your little song bird running away. I get that thick cock in my pussy whenever I want it.”
Margo was about to close out the recording when she heard a sudden scuffle. She paused when she heard something slide back and thud against a wall followed by a gasp and the sound of struggling. She heard someone whimpering and frowned.“Don’t you ever talk about her again!” Bernard growled. “No one can satisfy me the way she can. When I’m inside you or anyone else I’m lucky I can even cum let alone get it up. The only difference between you and them is I usually kill them in a month or two.” More whimpers filled the room as she heard a sudden struggling noise. Margo’s brows furrowed as she listened wondering if she could be concerned about Abigail’s safety. More struggling followed by the sound of flesh striking flesh and then a moan filled her ears.
Bernard sneered down at the woman whose violet eyes shined back at him with hatred and fear. He smirked as he saw the waring emotions. He wanted her to choose anger. It would be all the more fun when he decided to break her like he broke everyone else. He could smell the fear and anger rolling off of her in waves. He couldn’t help but smile giddily at her reaction to his proximity. He hoped that she chose anger. He loved breaking people who displayed anger more than fear. It was always fun watching them fall apart.Maribell knew that smile. She thought back to the number of times that she had seen that exact same smile growing up. It was the smile of someone who enjoyed hurting others. She sighed as if being near him bored her. She knew that he wanted her anger over her fear. People like him loved to break anyone who displa
Margo stepped out of her cabin and into the cold evening air as she got ready to see who needed to be rescued first from his cells. She had one week left before he sent a group of girls to the Island. With her hair pulled back into a ponytail she pulled a black baseball cap on top of her head. She slung a black backpack over her shoulder and then walked to her car.After a thirty minute drive she parked on the side of a dirt road and then climbed out of her car. She locked it up and then after looking both ways crossed the street and into the woods. She stepped past a barbed wire fence and then made the two hour trek to Bernard’s compound. She hung back in the woods waiting for a shift change as the sun’s final rays descended into the darkness.Margo watched with bated breath as the men began to move. She knew the rou
Kane sighed as he put his phone in his back pocket. He was nervous to find out what Margo had found in Bernard’s cells. He hopped on his motorcycle and revved up the engine. It wasn’t long and he was flying down the road to the club. When he pulled up he saw Joker’s and Jude’s motorcycles parked out front. He parked his bike next to theirs and went inside. He sighed when he saw Machine sitting at the bar with them.“Hey,” he said, walking up to the bar.“Hey, you look like you’re in a better mood.” Machine said. “Did you finally hear from her?”“Yeah. She didn’t listen and went back.” Kane said.“Who?” Joker asked.
“So you’re saying that he’s been selling people to breed?” Machine asked, leaning back in his chair.“Yes.” Margo said, sitting down. “Look, people like Maribell don’t have anyone looking out for them. Her family sold her to Bernard. That’s how a lot of people end up there.”“This is just disgusting.” Jude whispered.“Okay. I get why you went there.” Machine sighed. “I’ll put it to a vote… but I don’t know how many people would be willing to go against a guy that influential.”“Show them the pictures. We all know that if anyone but me went down there you wouldn’t have left them like that. You would have tried to break them out immedia
Maribell sat curled up in the corner of her cell. She heard the doors open announcing the arrival of someone. Her eyes went wide and she quickly moved in front of the little girl that shared her cell, blocking her from view. She didn’t want them touching her. She tensed when she heard footsteps approaching the cell they shared. She hoped and prayed that they would go past her. That they would stop before they saw her. The little girl, who she learned was Cara clung to her back sobbing quietly. Maribell didn’t care that she was brushing against the wounds on her back and held in the groan that wanted to escape as her fresh wounds stung and burned.“Maribell….” Came a singsong voice from outside the cell.She stiffened more when she heard the voice. She knew who it belonged to and glared up at the woman as sh
Margo stood in one of the club rooms staring at her surroundings. She remembered how her father used to tell her about the club and what the rooms were like before he died. Machine and the guys must have made some repairs and cleaned it up because it was nowhere near as ratty as he had made it sound or maybe it was all those years in the cell that were talking.She sighed and sat down. She knew that tomorrow was church and that they would be deciding if they were going to help break them out or if they were on their own. She heaved a frustrated sigh as she thought about the possibility of the others being against taking down Bernard.A knock on her door interrupted her musings. She stood up with a sigh and went to answer the door. She took a hesitant step back when she saw three men standing there. She smiled hesitantly as she looked up at them.&nbs
Kane sighed as he sat at the bar. The club had been lively until Margo had shocked everyone into silence. He sat there sipping his beer trying to control his bubbling anger. He couldn’t believe that they had cornered her like that.“So…” Cinder said as he stood next to Kane awkwardly.“Don’t you even fucking talk to me right now!” Kane roared, shoving away from the bar.“What the hell.” Samurai said, looking between the two of them. “Is that really necessary?”“Yes it fucking is!” Dex said, as he approached the bar with Machine.“Do you boys have any idea how hard that must have been for her? Do you have any idea why s