33 Sweet Girl (1/2)

He didn't have to tell me. Virgo knew what I had done, and it was time for me to pay for it. He was a man who loved games, and him forcing the anxiety to flow through my veins as I waited for my punishment was his playtime with me.

Reaching the bottom, Blue curled his free hand into my hair, and pulled me to my feet. ”Time to walk, Jessie.” Slinking his fingers down my neck, he gripped me around my throat and pushed me forward.

We walked through the house, down a long hall that lead to the basement. I hated going down that hall, I hated the feeling that came over me when I got close to that door. It made my mind go back to that first night in the states when I was brought to Virgo's home.

Blindfolded with my hands tied, my poor nine year old self was petrified. I heard Virgo's voice first, a deep grunt that ricocheted through my skull like an ax splitting wood.

'What's this?' he asked as I felt him stalk around me like a shark circling its prey.

'This is the eldest child,' a man said.

'Why do you have her?'

'You wanted answers, April wasn't talking.'

'And?'

'And we did what you asked us to do.'

'So she's. . .'

'Yes, do I need to spell it out for you?' I heard a weighted breath, feeling the man beside me shift on his feet. 'But just so we're clear, I'm never doing that again. It's not what we do.'

'Don't worry, you'll be paid accordingly, you'll forget all about it when you're eating caviar and drinking gold. But, what about her father?' Virgo asked, softly lifting a lock of my hair and spinning it around his fingers.

'We still don't know where he is, but we'll find him.'