One of the fighters bellows, “Solkovian cunt!” and moves toward her, until Brad aims the pistol at his head.
Bearded General steps out. They start arguing. He barks orders at his men, and they pull Melissa to her feet, then me. They grab her arms, leering at her. A hand grabs my ass, another pinches my nipple through my shirt. Brad shouts again and waves his gun when I feel a pair of fingers pushing up inside my shorts.
Melissa has lost it. She’s just wailing and crying. As they drag us into a tent they shove a wadded-up sock into her mouth to shut her up, tie her wrists behind her back, and shove her onto a straw pallet. I’m next, bound at the wrists and ankles. The straw is so thin it’s like being dumped on the ground.
I hear a moan and realize there’s another girl in here with us. She’s got a black eye and swollen lips, and a ragged, scabbed cut on her jaw. Bound at the wrists and ankles like we are, her legs are covered in bruises and she has a dull, glazed look in her eyes like she’s staring through us.
Brad steps into the tent and sticks his gun behind his back, in his waistband. I follow it as it disappears from sight.
“You dumb bitches. I wouldn’t have let them hurt you if you didn’t provoke them. You’re lucky they didn’t tear your limbs off right there. Half these guys have been fucking goats for the last five years.”
Melissa wails through her gag and presses her eyes shut, like if she concentrates hard enough she can wake up from the bad dream. Brad stares at me and sighs.
“You’re going to have a bad time if you try something like that again.”
He takes a good look at Melissa.
“Go to hell, Brad. If that is your real name.”
“It’s not.”
“So the church is a CIA front or what?”
“Penny, I’m not a comic-book supervillain. I’m not going to explain my nefarious plans to you while you concoct an escape. Yeah, it’s a front. We bring them supplies, they move drugs through the mountains, we buy the drugs with weapons and women and funnel it into black programs. It’s complicated and frankly you’re too thickheaded to understand how it all works.”
“You’re selling us.”
“Hell yes. An American virgin is worth seven figures to the right people. You, unfortunately, are not. If the general is tired of this one,” he glances at the other girl, “he’ll throw her to the boys and fuck you for a few weeks until I bring him a new one. If you’re lucky, you won’t get pregnant. Then he’ll take you home and you’ll wish you were dead. These mountain tribesmen don’t fuck around.”
I just stare at him.
“You’re fucking evil.”
“I’m patriotic. Sacrifices must be made in the name of democracy.”
The general walks in and hands Brad a sheaf of euros. He flips through them, smiles, and tucks it, folded over, in his pocket.
“Shitty benefits, what can I tell you? I need a nest egg for my retirement. My wife spends money like water.”
Melissa stops, stares at him, and just starts crying harder.
“Relax, honey. You’ll be well taken care of. The guys that can afford to buy girls like you usually keep them for at least a few years. Missionary girl like you knows how to behave, you’ll be fine. Penny, I’m sorry, but I can’t have you getting word of this operation back to anyone, so you’ll have to stay. In case you do something dumb and the general cuts your throat by the time I come back with the next shipment, good-bye and good luck.”
Then he just…walks out.
The general follows him outside. I hear them talking.
The other girl just lies there, eyes glazed over.
“Hey.”
She ignores me.
“Hey.”
Shaking as though startled, she looks over, just with her eyes, her head locked in place.
“What?”
“What’s your name.”
“Doesn’t matter. Nobody is coming for us.”
“It matters to me. Tell me.”
“Danielle. Danielle McCray.”
I blink a few times. “Wait, from the news network?”
She nods. “Yeah. I was in Solkovia for a puff piece about the missionary work you guys do and I stumbled on Brad. I started asking questions, he promised me a huge scoop, put me on a truck, and brought me here.”
“Did they…”
“Only the general gets me. Until you showed up, anyway. He’ll probably kill me tonight. I don’t care. I’m already dead.”
I swallow, hard. I don’t know what to say.
“Don’t fight him. Promise me you won’t fight him. You don’t know what he does to girls that fight him.”
“Did you fight?”
“No. He made me watch him do it to the girl before me. He used a knife.”
Brad must be done talking, because the general comes back in.