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My housekeeper starts patting my back like she did when I was younger, and I almost break down and cry like a fucking toddler.
Unable to give in to the tears, I push her away and take a seat behind my system.
While my eyes flit over the monitors, I rein in my out-of-control emotions and force myself to focus.
Eden needs me.
“Can I bring you something to eat?” Esmerelda asks in a soft tone.
I shake my head. “Just take care of Bella and the other men.”
I hear the door open, and sucking in a deep breath, I begin to search every corner of the dark web.
Even though I know Eden was on a boat, I keep running facial recognition, hoping she’ll pop up again.
Eden
I have no idea where we are when the van comes to a stop.
I’m cold and about to pee right where I’m sitting.
The doors open, and the icy wind blows over our bodies.
At this rate, we’re going to freeze and starve to death.
Armed men haul us out of the van, and I quickly glance around, noticing we’re in a neighborhood. We’re ushered into a house that’s seen better days.
Are we back in Brownsville?
Nah. All the boats and shit just to come back here? That’s overkill.
As soon as we’re in the house, I mutter, “I need to pee.” When the men ignore me, I snap, “I swear I’ll piss right here.”
We’re shoved down a hallway and brought to a standstill outside a doorway.
“One at a time,” one of the assholes barks.
I’m shoved into a restroom, but as I turn to shut the door, the asshole shakes his head and snaps, “Piss or hold it in.”
“Jesus,” I mutter as I go to the toilet. With a fucking audience, I take off my panties and sit down. While I relieve my bladder, I keep glaring at the motherfucking bastard for not giving me privacy.
When I’m done, I give him a daring look as I take a moment to open the faucet by the sink. I cup my hand beneath the cold spray and drink some water.
Leaving the restroom, I shake the extra drops off my hands.
When all of us are done using the toilet, one of the men orders, “Into the room.” He gestures with the barrel of his gun to another doorway.
I’m first to enter the room furnished with two shitty beds with thin, stained mattresses.
This place makes my apartment look like a mansion, which is saying a lot.
My eyes land on a bunch of ratty blankets, and not giving a shit that they might be flea infested, I rush forward and grab one. Wrapping the scratchy fabric around my frozen body, I side-eye the filthy beds while sitting down on the worn carpet.
The other women also grab blankets and find a spot against the wall.
When the men come in, my eyes lock on them, watching their every move.
Acting braver than I feel, I ask, “Are we going to get food?”
