As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.
"Ashlynn, darling, here's some food," a soft voice says and I know it's Jill. I just nod my head and wait for her to leave. "I have to clean your bandage before I go." I don't give her any form on a response and she begins to clean the bandage. I keep my eyes closed as she goes through the process.
After a few minutes Jill leaves the room and I open my eyes. It's the same meal as yesterday. But I got smart after yesterday, so I eat half the slice of bread. I take a few sips of my water before I put my meal under the cot. I glance over at the tub that's sitting in the center of my room and it's empty. They removed the water and have yet to replace it. I can already feel the dirt building up on my skin from laying in the disgusting bed nonstop.
So I begin my daily routine, staring at the wall and blocking out any bad memories.
Days have passed. Jill only comes once a day to bring me food and clean my bandages. She said that my stitches will be removed soon. That's a bonus I guess, my skin is super dry from my bandage and hopefully getting it removed will help. I do have small stock pile of food and water under my bed. My appetite has shrunken from when I first arrived. It's obviously not healthy, but what if they decide to not bring me food everyday. Then I'm going to starve to death. I'd rather a death be quick and painless then of freaking starvation.
I haven't been taken from my room in days. I wish I knew how long I've been here. Of course no one is probably looking. The only "friends" I had were the ones I worked with at the club. And my boss is probably pissed that I haven't shown up to work. So I'm never going to be found because no one is looking. Downsides of being a loner. If you ever get kidnapped, you're fucked.
Each day I do hear snippets of conversations from the guards in the hallway. They've talked about their boss and how he's been in a bad mood. Also, that they are having to double their workload and they're pissed. I'd happily do their work if it meant I got to trade places with them. Big deal, you get to guard a door in a creepy hallway. And the person on the inside is a small female who stands at 5'5. So intimidating.
"Open the door!"
I jerk my head up at the loud voice from the hallway and I can tell they are walking towards my room. Great, so much for being alone.
Two weeks. Two fucking weeks and we still haven't found her. How fucking hard is it to find a simple girl! Instead we've got a girl in one of our cells that is just taking up space. She literally has no information for us, so she stays locked in her room. She's useless just sitting downstairs. So, I decide what I want to do with her.
"Alex, come with me," I tell my second in command. He stands from the table and follows me.
"Where are we going exactly?" He asks.
"Basement," I reply and Alex just nods.
"Have you decided what you're doing with the girl?" He asks and I nod.
"She'll be one of the maids during the week, and she'll be a dancer at the brothel on the weekends," I tell him. "She'll begin cleaning and everything will go from there. After a few weeks, I'll decide her position at the brothel."
"Do you want me to inform Jill?" He asks.
"Jill won't be in charge of training her. We'll have Tori do it," I tell him. "Get in contact with her and tell her to meet us in the sitting room."
Alex grabs his phone and does as he's told. I continue walking downstairs to see the girl. I haven't seen her since our last encounter, which proved to be disappointing. She gave me no leads on where she could've gone. So instead of taking up space in my cell, little Ashlynn will work for me. Hopefully her craziness has subsided, I can't deal with her yelling and screaming at people that aren't there.
As we walk through the basements halls screams echo from the rooms. We recently discovered one of my men was smuggling some of the shipments at the docks. It was taking millions off our revenue. Stupid piece of shit thought he wouldn't get caught. So much for that thought. My men who are guarding nod as we walk past and I just keep going forward, not acknowledging them.
"Open the door!" I demand to my men who's guarding the girls door. He nods and swiftly puts the key in the lock, unlocking the door with a simple turn of his wrist.
"Tori is waiting in the sitting room with the maids uniform," Alex informs me as we enter the room.
The girl is sitting on her bed, staring at us as we walk in. Her hair is greasy and sticking up in every direction. There are dark bags under her eyes that I can see with the dim lighting in the room. Her small figure looks skinnier than the last time. She looks unstable, and that makes me question my choice. I can't have someone working for me when I can't expect what they're going to do.
"Ashlynn, you'll be coming with us," I tell her and she just blinks.
"I don't want to be a burden. You can just leave me here," she whispers and wraps her arms around herself.
"You don't have a choice, you're coming with us," I growl and force her to stand. "Don't ever think of talking back to me unless I ask you a question, am I clear?"
"Yes sir," she squeaks out and avoids eye contact. I release her arm and she stumbles to regain her balance.
I motion for Alex to cuff her before I direct her out of the room. She almost falls trying to keep up with my pace but I don't pay attention to closely. If she falls, she'll have to stand right back up.
"You'll be working in this house as a maid. You'll have strict working hours and rules, and I expect each one of them to be followed. On weekends you'll be taken to the brothel and you'll be a dancer there. After a few weeks of adjusting to your new life style, you'll get a better idea of what you'll be doing for the rest of your life." She just nods her head as I lead her towards the sitting room.
Tori is waiting with a set of clothes in her hands once we enter the sitting room. She bows her head in respect before she hands the clothes to Ashlynn. "Hi, I'm Tori. I'll be helping you for the next couple of weeks," Tori smiles at Ashlynn. Ashlynn just nods again and glances over at me.
"Get her freshened up and to the maids quarters. She'll begin working tomorrow," I say and Tori nods, grabbing Ashlynn's hand. The two leave the room, leaving Alex and I by ourselves.
"So you're forcing the girl to work for us forever then?" He confirms and I nod. "Any progress on the Freedman case?"
"No fucking breakthrough," I clench my teeth. "She disappeared off the earth. The men have been working nonstop on finding her. I can't afford for her to spread any information about us."
"Vincent needs to get his ass back here," Alex says and sits on the chair.
"I couldn't agree more," I say, sitting down in my chair. "Now, ring Jill to bring us some drinks. I'd like to have a little buzz before I go and question our old friend downstairs."
"Whiskey or vodka?" He asks.
"Surprise me," I reply with a smirk. Giving people what they deserve always brightens my day. And believe me when I say, Iris Freedman will get what she deserves.
Ashlynn's POV: "This is where the maids stay. We each have our own little room with a community area. Mr. Cutler always makes sure that we are well taken care of," Tori says as she shows me around where I'll be living until I die. "Umm, who's Mr. Cutler?" I ask. Right now I only know Jill and Tori's names. No one else's names have come up, well besides Iris's. Still confused about that but I ignore my own thoughts. "Mr. Cutler? He's the boss," she says as though it's obvious, "the man who orders everyone around. We only address him as sir and speak when he asks questions. He's a very private man and doesn't like to be disturbed." I just nod, glad to know this information. I only got a little glimpse at the torture he caused me, I don't want to see anymore of it. She leads me to the bathroom so I can finally clean myself. It felt so nice to have the warm water running down my skin. I can feel all the grime comin
Gage's POV: Friday comes and I'm beyond pissed. We discovered that she left the country through a private plane company. We were able to get the pilot of her plane and he's currently down in the basement for questioning. I've changed from my suit to a black t-shirt and sweatpants. Alex told me that everything was set and that I could go down whenever. So I'm going down now before I have to go finish work for the night. I head downstairs and I notice a few of the maids scurry out of my way as I'm walking downstairs. The entire house has known how pissed off I've been the last few weeks and they've all done their best to appease me. Which gets annoying to a point because I don't need to be smothered by the men. "Here's his file," Alex says, handing me a folder for the pilot waiting in the room. I glance over, getting general information that can be used as a way to get him to talk. When I'm done looking at it I turn back to Al
"Make sure Alex gets record of all the files," I tell Felicity as I pull on my pants. She nods as she fixes her make up. "I'll be back in a few weeks for another report. Call me if anything happens." "Got it boss," she smiles at me. "See ya later sir." I just nod my head at her before I leave the office and head back to the main room. Alex is still sitting at our table, engrossed in his phone. He recently got engaged and hates coming to our brothels and what not. But his fiancé knows it for his job and she trusts him. "When we get back to the house I'll need you to sort the files," I tell Alex as I sit down. "Always so bossy Gage," Alex chuckles and I roll my eyes at him. "Next time you say that I'll shoot you," I retort. "More lies tonight. Keep 'Em coming!" He continues to mess with me. "You're such a dick," I say and sit down. I glance up on the stage and Ashlynn is stil
Ashlynn's POV: Dancing on stage tonight felt like things were going back to normal. Sure it was a job that I didn't like because of the audience, but it was fun to dance. Being on that stage helped me forget everything for a little while. All I had to listen to was the music and my body did the rest. As weird as it sounds, and as much as I want a different job, dancing was relaxing to me. It cleared my mind, which allowed for my internal demons to go away. What happened tonight wasn't a first, and it probably wasn't going to be the last. If men find something that they want, they'll get it by doing whatever they can. Their pride and pleasure is worth more than anything. Men love to be in control. I've had similar experiences at Divine. Where a drunk customer comes to the back and tries to have his way with me. No matter how many times I refuse they just think it's a game. I mean, if I'm a stripper I have to be a slut right? The job comes
I told Jill I would try to eat more, but it's hard to eat when you're scared or nervous. And right now I'm feeling both. Why do I have to meet up with Mr. Cutler? I told him everything was fine if we kept it down low. If he wants me to go back to work I will, I just don't see why we have to meet in his office. Privately. That's the part that scares me the most. I can't just ignore the time before I was released from the room downstairs. He hurt me. I'll have a scar on my cheek for the rest of my life because he had the wrong girl. So, I'm scared to be alone with him again. Last night was different, he saved me from the man and didn't try to do anything afterwards. But today is a new day. I break away from my train of thought when I hear the sound of a chair being pushed back. I look up and see that Mr. Cutler has already finished and is now leaving the room. I glance down at my plate and realize I've barely eaten half, but I don't want to keep him waiting. So I stand u
"Are you ready?" Felicity asks me as she fixes my hair. "Yep!" I say with a smile. There's a part of me that's scared of what happened, but the other part of me is telling me that I'm strong and can do this. So I'm getting ready to go out on stage and dance. Just like how I used to at Divine. "Perfect, you'll enter stage right tonight," she tells me. "I'll meet you backstage right as you end your dance." "Thank you," I tell her and she nods. "Now go out there and shake your ass!" She grins and I can't help but let out a small giggle before I turn myself to go out on stage. I hear the bass of the music start and I walk out on stage in my five inch heels. The outfit tonight is a vibrant blue, I think it brings out my eyes. Not that anyone is looking at my eyes while I dance. I don't care what they think and look at, I only care about what I think. And I think this outfit goes great with my eyes. I go t
Gage's POV: "Why are you still at the club young man? You have a flight that leaves at seven in the morning!" Jill yells at me over the phone. "I'm just double checking security," I reply. "I'll be back soon." "You better," she says and I can't help but chuckle. "Mother will be home tomorrow with Vince. You can complain about me with her," I say and Jill only lets out a groan. "Goodnight Jill." "Get home Gage," she says before she hangs up. I smile before I tuck my phone back in my pocket. The girls have brought me a fresh drink and I swirl it around in the glass. The dancers are about to come back out on stage again. I have no idea why I feel the need to stay here. Why I feel the need to see Ashlynn. This need wasn't there when I first saw Ashlynn when my men kidnapped her. But after last night and hearing what she's said to me, I want to see her. Loud music begins to
Ashlynn's POV: When I'm done with work for the night I take one of the club's cars home. There are cars for the workers to use if they don't have their own, and it doesn't cost anything. It's actually really useful because I have no idea when I get paid and I'm currently just getting money from tips. I do tip the driver some cash, it feels rude not to. The driver refused but I ended up dropping the cash on the middle console before getting out of the car. I enter the house and I'm careful to be quiet. I know half of the house is awake, but I don't want to wake anyone. So I have to sneak off to my bedroom, waving at the guards politely. With the amount of guards here you'd think we were at the royal palace in England. But it's nice having security, it makes me feel safe in a sense. Especially since I'm so new here. In all honesty, what I said to Mr. Cutler tonight is true. I do forgive him, after all I only saw him a couple t