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“Yeah, you’re right. You’re not. I don’t know, I fucking just wanted to fuck you.” She curls her lip at me and shrugs.
“Oh. What about everything else? Why do you have us here?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes and scoffs.
“Come on, I deserve to know,” I say.
She turns around in anger, her eyes narrowed in on me. “You think because you fucked me, you’re worthy of some shit now? You don’t deserve shit from me, you hear me? You are fucking scum. You’re a worthless pile of shit, just like the fucking rest of you here. You wanna know why, you fucking creep? Look in the mirror. Me and all my girls have all been just like the girls you used to control, you remember them? You fucking sorry excuse for a man? You remember how you used to treat them? What is it? Can’t stand it now that the shoe’s on the other foot?”
“So, in order to punish us, you become us? You become the thing you hate?” I ask.
She closes in on me as if daring me to speak again. “I’m nothing like you.”
I should shut up at this point but I feel like I have to share this with her, help her see where she’s going wrong. “Aren’t you? You’re now a pimp and we’re your whores, aren’t we? How isn’t that the same thing? How can you say you’re fighting for what’s right if you just turn around and do the same thing. It means you have the same values as us. You’re no better than we are.”
She gives me the back of her hand, following up with a knuckle sandwich and a kick to my stomach that leaves me flying back into the wall. I’m coughing in pain. “Listen to me, fucker. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, if you’re trying to get into my fucking head just like my trafficker used to do, if you think you can somehow make me doubt what I’m doing here so that you can get what you want but stupid whore, here’s the difference between me and you…” She grabs me by the throat and starts squeezing. As I start to lose oxygen, I struggle against her hold to release myself from her.
She uses her other hand to punch me several times in the head. “Don’t fucking fight me, bitch. I’m not done talking. The difference between me and you is that you prey on innocent people who you fucking destroy with no concern for their lives because you think they’re worth nothing from the start. You harm people who have done nothing to you. For me, I have proof that you’re worth nothing. You’re not fucking innocent. You’re the nightmare many of your victims see and I wanted to make sure that I could in turn become yours. I’m only giving you what you’re owed.”
The pressure starts to build up in my head and the world begins to disappear around me before she releases me. I feel like my whole head and face is swollen and as her hand leaves my neck, it’s like my head becomes a deflating balloon, expelling air from my mouth, resetting my breath. She puts on her belt of weapons and bangs open the cell.
My voice is hoarse as I call after her saying, “I get it. You’re right, I deserve it.”
She doesn't acknowledge me.
“You’re gonna kill me? Aren’t you? In the end, I won’t leave will I? You’re going to kill me,” I wheeze out.
She locks my cell and pauses, looking me over in disgust before responding, “I don’t know” and walking off.
Chapter 17
Evelina
“Youwon’tbelievewhatI saw recently!” the jackass sitting across from me in my office says. In the office, I’ve got my regular traffickers, some new traffickers and my bodyguards. It’s our end of the week meeting, again. The older traffickers were snickering about something with the newer ones until I interrupted their conversation to tell them to fucking pay attention to our meeting today. But the idiot guffawed with some news I’m apparently dying to hear.
“This better be good or you’ll be losing a finger for treating this meeting like it’s a joke. Is this a joke to you?” I ask him with utter calm.
His expression shifts before he apologizes, “I promise you, this will be the best news you hear here today.”
“Well, you’re certainly cocky. Okay. Well, let’s hear it then,” I say as I light up my thick, brown and gold wrapped cigar, taking a few puffs and blowing a cloud of smoke in his face.
He tries not to cough and I amuse myself at his displeasure as he pretends as if he’s not being suffocated. He clears his throat and as he opens his mouth to speak, he takes a sharp intake of breath swallowing too much smoke and erupts in a fit of coughing. I smile as I watch him and the other guys mock him in blends of the Russian and American language for being soft and unable to hang with the big boys.
He fakes a laugh. “Yeah, yeah.” He fans off the men before turning to me. “Anyhow, the other night, I was making my rounds on that corner where we used to have our girls but it seems to be taken over by some new pimp or some shit? You won’t guess who I saw!” He fucking guffaws again but my heart skips a beat in impatience.
I sit up straight in my chair, lowering my cigar on the ashtray as I wait with baited breath for him to tell me that he saw Julissa. I’m hanging on to his breathing and the words as they leave his mouth. My lips move along with his lips as I keep my eyes focused on his mouth as he speaks.
“I saw some of our guys that went missing.” He’s stifling a laugh.
I don’t realize that I’m clenching my fist until the cigar in my hand burns the inside of my palm. Can’t say that’s the best news of today. Got my hopes up for no fucking reason. I take a deep breath. Still, if those fuckers disappeared and are running the street behind my back and without my permission, I need to know.
I narrow my eyes on him. “Are those fuckers betraying me?! I’ll get their fucking heads. Show them not to mess with me.” I slap my palm against the desk.
“Well, actually, I’m not done. That’s not the best part.” He laughs and I’m getting really tired of him laughing and not getting to the point. I flick some of my cigar ash in his direction wanting instead to put it out on his face. I smear a clearly forced smile on my face.
He nods and continues. “I’m not sure but I don’t think they were running the streets as much as they were working it.” He smiles.
I shake my head in confusion. “What do you mean?”
