The sound of faint muffled cries seeped through the walls of my room causing my blood to run cold. I was not alone, there were others. I knew that there had to be, but hearing the cries made this shitty situation even worse. I wondered if I should call out to whoever was crying…I wouldn't be able to offer any kind help but maybe the sound of another voice would bring a small amount of comfort. I took a deep breath but before I could say anything I heard heavy footsteps approaching. I braced myself unsure of who or what was going to walk through the door. The keys jingled briefly before the door swung open letting in the two men who brought me into this hell hole.
"Luther is ready for you now" The blond one said and he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the door. "Sergei tie her hands" He commanded to the dark haired man. So he is Kostya and that is Sergei, I thought to myself as Sergei bound my hands behind my back. I winced from the pain and he smiled satisfied with his work. They left my legs free so I could walk and led me out of my cell.
We stood in a long hallway lined with doors just like the one I was locked behind. I felt sick at the thought of other girls locked away behind these doors, scared for their lives and having god knows what being done to them.
Kostya noticed me looking at the doors and laughed. "Interested in the others?" He asked his tone menacing. I shook my head and kept my eyes forward refusing to make eye contact with him. "Good, because we haven't been able to properly break you in as yet like we have to all of them…" He said motioning to all the doors. "Luther is interested in keeping you untouched… for the moment" He snickered to himself and continued to lead me down the hall.
My heart was beating so fast I feared I would have a heart attack. Each step I took was bringing me closer to the devil himself and I was terrified. If his men were this sadistic and evil, I could only imagine. What was he going to do to me?
We walked through a set of locked doors and up a very steep narrow set of stairs until we came to another door which Sergei unlocked and pushed open. The bright sunlight blinded me, causing me to trip and nearly fall down. I regained my footing before completely losing my balance and closed my eyes tight waiting for the burning to stop. After a few moments the burning in my eyes subsided and I peeked through my lashes. I was standing at the end of the most picturesque courtyard I had ever seen. Thick green grass tickled the bottom of my feet and lush landscaping surrounded us. Up ahead I could see a beautiful white house. It was flanked my pretty trees with vibrant orange blossoms that made the red roof shingles appear even brighter than they were. I was amazed and horrified that such evil could take place somewhere that looked like it was straight out of a fairytale.
I turned around quickly to see where I had come from. Behind me stood a smaller white building, it looked as if was a stable with a single door on the side. The door was non-descript and looked as if it simply led to a storage room. Not the entrance to the prison that it truly was. There was absolutely no sign that underneath lay small cement cells filled with imprisoned girls. My heart dropped. Perhaps I would have felt better if it was a rundown shack in the middle of nowhere, the kind of place that horror movies used as their setting. At least then it would look like something bad was going on, and maybe someone would come looking. No one would come looking here.
The inside of the house was just as beautiful and grand as the outside. The finest furniture and artwork filled the rooms. The scent from fresh flowers hung in the air. The trail of footprints left by my dirty bare feet was the only thing that was out of place. We walked past a large mirror hanging on the wall and I gasped at the sight of myself. The corner of my mouth was caked with dried blood, I had a black eye and left side of my face was swollen. There was black residue on my cheek and chin from where the duct tape had been. I felt like vomiting… It took all of my strength to keep myself composed.
We went up an ornate staircase at the end of the hall found ourselves standing in front of a set of large wooden double doors. Kostya knocked as Sergei untied my hands... my heart pounding so loud I was sure they could hear it. Oh my god Luther…
"Send her in." A voice on the other side replied. Kostya opened the door and shoved me inside quickly closing it behind me. He shoved me so hard that I tripped and landed on my hands and knees. I yelped a little as my knees hit the hard wooden floors, but froze instantly when I heard the sound of footsteps heading towards me. I could see he was wearing black leather work boots and khaki pants from my vantage point on the floor. He reached down grabbing a hold of my arm and hoisted me up. He stepped back to look at me, I stood as still as I could, afraid to even breathe. I felt the weight of his glare and summoned the courage to look up at him.
His height was the first thing that struck me. He was a tall man, easily 6'6"or more. His head was clean shaven. There not so much as single stubble of hair in his face or head. His eyes were a glassy blue and were piercing through me with such intensity that I looked away as quickly as I could.
"Come, sit" He said motioning to the chairs in front of his desk "We have much to talk about"
I hesitantly stepped into the room. Large windows allowed light to pour in, making the room appear light and airy a stark contrast to the weight that had settled into my chest. Luther sat behind his large wooden desk silently observing me as I made my way towards him. His face was unreadable. He was not a handsome man, there were small divots on his face, as if he had been scarred from bad acne as a child, but he wasn't a hideous man either, and he certainly wasn't the disfigured monster I was expecting.
I sat in the red leather chair facing him, gripping the arm rests in an attempt to calm my shaking body. I felt as if I had been running the never ending marathon and worried if my heart rate would ever be normal again. He leaned forward across the desk, and studied my face for a moment, before leaning back in his seat and relaxing.
"First, I want to say welcome. I have been extremely anxious to meet the daughter of the ever so valiant Mr. King… Secondly, I want to apologize for…" he paused and motioned to my face "sometimes it is not as easy to rein the men in. I never want to hurt my guests, but sometimes it must happen in order to get the point across… You do get the point now… don't you little one?" He looked at me expectantly, so I nodded. Satisfied, he continued. "Good, because although you are not so pretty right now…I can see past the bruises and would hate to have any more damage come to that face." My skin crawled at the underlying intent in his voice, but I willed face to remain expressionless.
"You, know I didn't even know you existed until we found Lydia and she told me about you. I became curious. Tell me, how much do you know about our dear friend Lydia?"
I remained silent not sure if he really wanted me to answer. "Please don't be shy, tell me what you know about her…or rather what she has told you."
I took a deep breath and looked straight at him. "She told me about you and her sister, and what you do to young girls. She also told me that you forced her to help you, and that my father rescued her, but you killed him and my mother and she ran away because she was scared you would kill her." He was silent for a few moments his face amused.
"That's it? That's all she told you?" I felt a pit in my stomach as I nodded. "Well my dear, it seems her version of past events is a little bit skewed." He squeezed his thumb and first finger together for effect.
"She is correct that I deal in the sex trade. It is not the most honorable business, but it is lucrative, and I have never been one to give a fuck about honor. Does it make me a bad man?" He shrugged his expression smug.
"To some perhaps, but again I don't care... I take girls that have no lives, girls that are throw-away's, run-away's, whatever the case may be… and I give them a chance to have a better life with a man who is willing to pay big money for them. They all aren't happy endings unfortunately, but I am okay with that. But as far as forcing Lydia…" He laughed for out loud. "I never forced her to do a single thing, especially not fuck me." I inhaled sharply unable to hide my surprise, which only made him chuckle again.
"Does that surprise you little one? That she fucked me? Or that she willingly fucked me? Lydia was fucking me long before I ever asked her to help me bring in girls. She by all definitions of the word is in love with me. She always has been. The day she begged your father to help her was the very day I told her that her sister and my son would be moving to states to live with me, and that she wouldn't be able to frequent my bed as regularly."
My mind was reeling. Luther sat back in his chair watching me process what he just said. I didn't care if Lydia was fucking him, it made no difference. I wanted to know what any of this shit had to do with me. I opened my mouth to ask but he put his hand up silencing me.
"There will be time for your questions, although I am quite sure I know what they are. Let me finish first… As you know, Lydia can be rather convincing, and she convinced your father that she was a victim. Once I noticed she was gone I knew it would be a matter of time before the police came rolling up to shut me down, so I loaded up the girls and my men and left." He looked at me for a moment as he took a sip of water from the glass that was on his desk.
"It sounds like your beef is with Lydia then, why me, why my parents?" I surprised myself with my boldness.
He smiled as he put his glass down. "Impatient aren't we little one? I can't say I blame you. Your right my beef was with Lydia, until that self-righteous father of yours saw it as his personal mission to bring me down, to save the girls" He rolled his eyes disgusted. "I mean for fucks sake what does he care what I do with the little whores I collect? Its business… They raided my home in Russia looking for me of course, but found only my wife and son…and killed them." I inhaled sharply and covered my mouth with my hands.
He smiled slightly "So now you see little one…you see why I killed them. When you found Lydia she was over joyed, because you gave her, her salvation. She knew I was looking for her, and knew I what I would have done to her for betraying me, but once we found her and brought her back, she sat in that very chair you are sitting in now and told me about you. Told me that Mr. King has an only child… a daughter no less and that she would deliver you to me… if only I would take her back..." he laughed a loud bone chilling laugh. "Of course I agreed…and here you are. Now the only question left is…what am I going to do with you?"
He stood up and walked back over to me. I could taste the fear in the back of my throat, everything in me was screaming RUN, but I knew I had nowhere to run to and somehow managed to stay still. All of the hair on my body standing on end as he reached down and tilted my face up so I was looking at him. "What happens next is entirely up to you…I will give you a choice."
"I know that Leon Delaney is the one who headed up the raid on my home in Russia…I want him. I want to kill him. I was overjoyed when I found out you were fucking him. You little one may be the kink in his armor that I have been waiting for... and if you help me get to him I will guarantee that you remain untouched, that you are for all purposes safe. ..
Now you can never be free again regardless of your choice, but if you help me your life can be enjoyable. You will have a room here in the main house and be able to do as you please most of the day. Within reason of course. I am not the monster you think. I am just a business man."
The entire world stopped at that very moment. My mouth went dry and my heart nearly stopped. I would never help him. He could see the answer on my face and smiled again.
"I expect your initial response to be no, but let me give you the alternative before you make a final decision. If you don't help me, then your value to me significantly plummets. I will sell you to the highest bidder… but first you will have to be broken in. My clients would never go for a girl that fights back, or tries to run away…as you can imagine the process of being broken in can be somewhat …uncomfortable."
"I already know you're a fighter. You nearly killed one of my men and have broken Lydia's nose in less than forty eight hours…so breaking you in would take some time. .."
Unable to fight back the tears any longer I began to cry. I wished I didn't give him the satisfaction of my tears but it was unstoppable. I wished he would just put a fucking bullet in my brain and end it already. I couldn't do this…any of this.
He walked over and opened up a cabinet revealing a television set inside. "This is the feed from the rooms down below…Sergei and Kostya take the liberty of getting the girls ready to be sold." He turned on the television. There was no sound but the picture enough was enough to make me sick.
There was a girl with dark hair cowering in the corner of her cell. She was naked and screaming at someone out of view. After a few moments Sergei entered the picture…he was stalking towards her. She scrambled to her feet and tried to run by him, but he grabbed her by the hair and slammed her into the cement wall. She pushed back and he only slammed her into it again...and again. Finally she stopped fighting and he began to undo his pants. I gagged and covered my face.
"Stop! Stop! Stop! Turn it off!" I screamed hysterically unable to control myself. Luther pulled my hands from my face in time for me to see Sergei leave the room her body slumped over and motionless on the floor.
"Turning off doesn't stop it from happening little one. Now you are lucky…unlike that girl you have a choice."
"Please just kill me instead" I whimpered.
"Shh" He ran his fingers through my hair. "Let's not make any rash decisions or say something you will regret. I understand you have been through a lot little one" His tone suddenly softer "I will let you shower and stay here in the main house tonight. In the morning I need an answer."
He pulled out his phone and made a phone call, a few seconds later Lydia walked into the office. She ran over to me wrapping me in her arms as she led me out of the room.