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"Yeah." I say.
"Well, somewhere around the second or third beer, Sid starts talking about the night your dad was killed." He looks at me, waiting for permission to continue.
"What?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.
“Remember when we received the information about the girl’s dad causing the deal to go wrong and him being present when your old man was shot?”
"Yes?" I wonder where he's going with this.
"Well, Sid says her old man was there, but he left before everything went down." He says.
"What! Bullshit!" I say, throwing my pen on the desk and leaning forward.
"I know that's exactly what I said.” Anyway, I say to him the old guy could have come back after they left and he says, "Yeah, maybe, but he was pretty pissed because he felt they were putting the pressure on him and your old man." He says.
"That's it?" I ask.
"It is. I thought I'd just leave it and say nothing, but it's been bugging me. Sid's a stand-up guy and like you say, maybe her old man did come back, but either way something told me to tell you. Now I have, I can rest easy." He says and gets up. That's Ricky says what he needs and moves on no airs or graces and hogging the spotlight. He said what he needed and now he would carry on with his life and get back to his responsibilities.
"Thanks Ric." I say as he leaves.
"Anytime." He says while he closes the door.
I roll the new information over in my head and decide whether this needs anymore of my energy and decide it doesn't. Orla's father took responsibility and agreed to the blood debt. Why would he do that if he wasn't responsible? No, this is settled. I'm in the middle of getting this part of my life over with so that I can move on. I told myself that once I found the people responsible for my father's murder. I would make them suffer and pay, and from then on, it’s what I’ve been doing. I'm not going back to questioning myself, especially because if I let this doubt in, it’s going to make it impossible to continue. It would mean that an innocent young woman is repaying a debt that her family doesn't owe and that can't be possible. I don't believe any of this! It's too convenient and probably part of his plan to sow doubt so that I will treat his daughter well or maybe release her. Well I'll show him! Now my mood and rumination last night about slumbering monsters makes sense. I thought this was going to be cut and dried, but the old man is coming in through the back door. Seemingly contrite and taking responsibility in order to satisfy the code that we all adhere to. Secretly taking aim and trying to avoid the consequences by being cunning. I know it's far-fetched, but I've seen every play in my life and like my dad always said, "just because a possum looks dead doesn't mean it is. Never turn your back on an old enemy".
I leave the office and head to the underground swimming pool. I'll figure this out tomorrow, but for now I have to punish myself with laps to get it out of me and out of my head. I need to be clearheaded and send the intended message tonight. At least he'll know that my plan is in motion. He'll have to wait and see if his has taken root. Maybe that's how I'll come at this; make him think that he's scheme is working before slitting the monster's throat.
CHAPTER 11
Orla
Ican't believe when I wake up, I was allowed to sleep through the night. I've woken up on my own and not summoned at some ungodly hour. Laying in bed and for a moment I hope that it was all just a bad dream. I hear the stirring outside and then the knock, and I exhale.
"Come in." I say as I get up. The maid enters with my breakfast, and I dare to ask her what time and what day it is. She tells me it's 7am and Thursday in a hushed, hurried tone before rushing out. I know I'm placing her in a terrible position, but with no idea of how much time I've lost, it's hard to get my bearings. It's the first time I've been allowed to sleep through the night or left alone since I got here. Then it dawns on me that it's because the dinner party is tonight, and they probably don't want to risk sending anything other than suspicions home with their guests. No confirmation of any ill-treatment or trauma. The make-up artists will probably cover up the wounds from the device. The rest is up to me to convey. If the people attending tonight are familiar with me and my family, it shouldn't be hard. I was always confident and vocal. By staying silent with my head should be out of character enough for them to suspect that I'm not happy.
I take the coffee from the tray and sit on the windowsill. I look out at the estate's well-tended lawns and flowerbeds, and I realize I've never seen it at this time of day before. For a prison, it's really beautiful. This must be how Belle felt in Beauty and the Beast. Only her beast had a shot at redemption, and mine doesn't. I sip the hot, bitter liquid slowly and savor every moment of it. If nothing else, this horrible experience has given me an appreciation of my life before that I don't think I would ever have found any other way. It's amazing how our lives that seem so cumbersome at times can be looked back on with nostalgia when the situation changes. It happens slowly and usually because of their own choices for most people. There aren't many that can claim that their lives were hijacked. That club is small and with no waitlist of willing applicants for a reason. It fucking sucks! The consequences of your own choices are easier to live with and make peace with, I guess. When this arrangement was being discussed, my father was adamant for the longest time that it wouldn't come to this, and I believed him. He convinced me that he would fix the problem, but when he showed up at my door to say that he'd exhausted all his avenues, I knew it was over. He looked so broken and defeated even as he insisted that I go along with this to save the family. The agency and Miss May wouldn't proceed with the arrangement if I didn't agree to it. I remember when I met her, and she explained what would happen as things progressed in the lead-up to getting married. "I ain't no trafficking queenpin honey! You say no and we nix everything!" She needed me to tell her that I agreed to this -my signature wasn't enough for her. In the weeks before I married Kase, I was taught how to be the perfect and dutiful wife. Even how to satisfy and keep him happy in bed. Like a finishing school for wives for hire, but even with all that. What I'm subjected to was never in the curriculum.
There was no wedding or honeymoon. I was under no illusions that this was even going to be a pretend union, making this dinner party an even bigger shock. I remind myself as the porcelain cup cools in my hands that all I need to do is keep my head down and get through this part. Every moment, every hour is a gentle reminder that this will pass. When I think about the fact that this may be my life for months and years, my chest constricts, and my breathing becomes labored. It's like living a nightmare that there's no waking up from if I don't remind myself. Even now, this moment seems like a dream. I could wake at any moment and be back in that box in my own piss. listening to them fuck is a brief utopia revealed as just a fantasy. My mind concocted to escape and keep my panic attack at bay. I forget to eat and just sit at the window when the maid returns to clear the dishes away. She doesn't say anything when she finds the food untouched, not even to ask me if I'm done. She gently removes the coffee cup from my hands. I don't even stir as she does so. The door takes a while to close behind her, but I don't turn to look at her. I know what will happen if I look at the pity in her eyes.
Alex stands in the corner chatting up a storm with the people who've come to get me ready for the dinner party. None of them even try to speak to me. They're here for him and know who's signing their checks. If they have questions even about me, they ask Alex. It's as though I'm not even in the room. Invisible. They shuffle around me and when they're done. I'm taken to get into the dress, and they all gather to discuss if there's anything more to do before being dismissed by Alex. The guests will be arriving in an hour and I'm to wait here for Kase to collect me so that we can enter the dining room together. I will be seated between the two of them and Alex has elaborated once again on the many ways my family. I will pay should I fuck this up for them. I'm surprised that the threats don't shake me and realize that it's because I know that there will be punishment regardless of how things go tonight. It's just their nature. The only thing that I don't know yet is what form it will take.
CHAPTER 12
Kase
We walk into the room, and everyone turns to take us in. She looks beautiful and even though I had to ask her to smile several times as we made our way down the stairs. She plays the part now and greets everyone warmly. I disregard her apprehension and shyness as nerves or the pressure of entertaining. I don’t pay attention to it. We go about answering questions while, I answer, and she just smiles. Thankfully, Alex arranged it so that there wasn't a lot of lag time between drinks for anything to raise alarm bells. Everything proceeds smoothly and we're called to dinner at precisely 7:30pm. It goes smoothly for the most part, with the wives seated close enough to each other to chat easily. But far enough away so that it's difficult to engage her in any conversation. She keeps her head down and eats her food.
"So, how has married life been treating you, Orla?" It's the wife of her father's associate. No doubt prompted by her husband to go on a fact-finding mission. She doesn't skip a beat,
"It's been an eye-opener. Like a dream, really." She says and goes back to picking at her salad.
The woman drops the subject and goes back to talking to one of the other women. One man films Orla discreetly, no doubt to show her parents. Have them make the call on how she's being treated and if she's ok. In a few weeks there'll be another attempt, if I'm right about the sudden "new" information plan. He'll either send someone to check if it's working and I haven't decided yet if I want him to know that it's failed or play his game and make him believe that it's succeeded. I'll decide in the morning, but for now I need to keep my wits about me. I don't trust any of these people, except Alex, as far as I can throw an elephant.
The rest of the dinner goes off without a hitch and, as planned, Orla stands with me at the end of the night as we greet our guests. When the last of them has left, she stands and waits for further instructions. I'm impressed unlike her father, she's not playing games and is obeying the rules. She looks beautiful, but my hate for her father wins in that moment. As I take her by the hand and drag her upstairs. She knows what's about to happen and comes without protest. Alex follows close behind as the staff get to work clearing up and cleaning. I take her to my room, and I tell her to undress. She puts her hands behind her back and pulls down the dress but Alex rips it off her. No doubt incensed by the pseudo-romantic striptease. He goes down on his knees and frees my raging cock from its confines. I grab her and throw her onto the bed and then I pull down her panties and begin to eat her cunt like a bear emerging from hibernation. She doesn't make a sound and just closes her eyes. The fact that she refuses to give me even a hint of pleasure makes me insane in a way that I cannot understand. I pull my cock out of Alex's mouth and plunge it, wet from his saliva into her waiting pussy. She's wet and warm and isn’t resisting me. For the first time, her eyes meet mine and I can feel her response. I lift her legs and pull her towards me. She clamps down on my cock and meets my thrusts. I can feel the hatred in every one of her vice-like responses to my fucking. She locks her legs behind my ass and dares me with her eyes to fuck her harder. She's defiant and gives not the slightest hint of pleasure except what I feel when I'm inside her. Alex grabs her face roughly and pulls it towards his cock. She doesn't suck, just opens her mouth and leaves him to thrust deeper and deeper. She doesn't gag and just lets him thrust in vain. Her rejection of him fuels me and I continue to pump and my hard-on grows and I’m consumed by her until I can't resist anymore and empty into her. I slump on top of her as the last dying spasms wrack my body. She holds me inside her. Alex comes and starts thrusting into her as she lowers her legs to hang off the bed. She stares at me as he tries harder and harder to get her to moan or react eventually he cums, while still not satisfied or perhaps to show who's in charge. He goes down on me and gets me hard before pushing me onto my back and lowering himself onto me. He rides me and kisses me hard knowing that she's a captive audience. His performance seems to be more about proving something to her than being fucked by me or my pleasure and I let him. I touch his back by grabbing his ass cheeks and spread them to allow me deeper into his tight hole. He speeds up determined to milk me and show his dominance of my cock. I cum and he slumps down on the bed between Orla and I. He turns briefly to her.
"Get out." He says in a tone that even makes me consider leaving. She doesn't want to be asked twice or for me to say something. She just runs naked from the room. I know better than to watch her leave.
CHAPTER 13
