Concupiscence

XVII: Three Traffickers

Aim's POV

I didn't ask for this life. I used to be happy,  I had family and friends, but marrying Willie also made me apart of this trafficking business. He's always been the heartless type. I think that's what drew me to him. I liked his mysteriousness and eventually fell for him. I never cared about our age difference. But I never wanted to hurt those kids. They never deserved that pain. When we adopted them I thought we were going to be a family but I couldn't have been more wrong.

Once they got in this house Willie showed me where they'd be 24/7. These bare, asylum like rooms with padded walls. I asked him what they were for and why they would be staying there, he said it was for training them. Training them for what they would be experiencing once they were trafficked.

I was extremely disgusted on why he'd wanted to traffic children let alone ORPHANS. I immediately tried to tell him not to do so, that he promised me he'd leave this business behind him but he simply said:

They leave for M at the age of 16

When Willie started to torture those poor innocent souls I would here screaming from the rooms we kept them in, and the more they screamed the more I cried for them. There was nothing I could do, Willie was too strong for me to beat him, and he already would beat me up when I would try to prevent him from hurting them.

Falling for Willie was the biggest mistake and regret of my life. Telling my brother about him went right along with it. Once I told him about my husband and what he does he wanted in. Why? Because he's thirsty for money. Just like Willie. They'd both be willing to hurt innocent children for their own benefit. But I'm not looking for pity.

Whenever I'd beat them up was when I would be forced to do so by Willie or my brother. I was and still am being forced into this business by them. I can't leave because I have nowhere to go. Once my family found out I was marrying the owner of the trafficking business, they disassociated themselves with me and cut me out of their lives. And told me they never wanted to see me again.

All because I married one of the two most evil people on earth, the other being my brother and I'm stuck in the middle.

M's POV

My sister is an evil witch. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have been caught up in this trafficking bullshit I never wanted to be in. Aim told me that Willie would be able to help me out of a million dollar debt that I owed a few years back. I didn't think accepting it would force me to hurt kids. That isn't who I am, but it's what I've become unintentionally.

I never wanted to do this. But accepting that deal is the biggest regret of my life. I even remember their names: Saint, Tay, AJ, and JJ. All of them were innocent souls whose lives got turned upside down the moment they were adopted.

With every punch, kick and thrust I could sense their longing. Longing for care and nourishment which they were probably they were never going to get if they stayed in this hell hole also known as trafficking.

Every single kid I take in I go through the same process:

Lock them in a room

Abuse them like crazy

Help them escape

Yes. You read right, I help them escape. There really isn't a special time period but it's probably to the point where I can't stand to see their scared faces anymore.

Whenever Willie tells me to go in and hurt them he gives me the name of them and what he wants done. But there was always one person who he wanted me to beat and rape repeatedly over and over again.

Saint

I don't know why he wanted me to do all the ungodly things I did to Saint but he did. And I did them.

Whenever they escape I make sure I'm not the one who helped them. I make them think they figured it out on their own.

He was the one I wanted to help escape the most because I could tell that for some reason Willie didn't like Saint. Like he wanted him to suffer for something he did. But I didn't want him getting the satisfying feeling of me doing the abuse for him. He didn't deserve that. Hell. None of those poor kids deserved the level of abuse me, my sister and her husband caused them. They deserved to run around and be kids but we couldn't give them that. I couldn't give them that. Because I was too scared to go against the deal because of the power Willie held. And I will live with that regret for the rest of my life.

Willie's POV

Aim and M are the biggest gold diggers of all time. Aim married me because I had a fuck load of money she didn't care how I got it or what I did in my line of work as long as she had a rich husband who was there to take care of her.

M just wanted to pay his stupid debt. He said he was willing to do anything to pay it off, but when I give him a job to do all he does is cry about how sad they look. I mean how hard is it to beat a somebody up? If they get you mad that's on them, they'll have to endure the pain. And when they cry when you're beating them up like that's going to do anything. You're getting beat up for God's sake, face it like a man instead crying on the floor cuz you're in pain.

I used to always wonder why my father and father's father started this trafficking business and why they would always be excited to beat up people who he trafficked.

After years of wondering I finally have my answer. There is a certain sense of pride and power when someone is crying at your feet begging you to stop.

M and Aim both get it. They were the ones who told me to adopt those orphans in the first place. I was against the idea obviously because I had never beat up kids before but they were saying:

It would be easier to win.

Whatever that means.

I agreed in the long run and had a great time. There's a sense of power you get when beating up kids something I had never experienced before because beating up adults they're already strong and have the strength to fight back but kids are weak and they don't have the strength to fight back. Making you the superior one.  

There was one boy out of the four who was my favorite to harm.

Saint

Something about this kid. Every time I would beat him up he would have the courage to fight back unlike the others. He was gorgeous and innocent which was what drew me to him.

It was right then and there that I raped somebody for the first time and once I did it I couldn't stop. I tried doing it to the other kids but it wasn't the same like it was with Saint.

When I brought him to M I told him to do it and he became addicted just like me. But what fascinated me about Saint was my undeniable urge to cause total bodily harm to him. Whether it was from me or not.

And later I realized the reason was...

He was in the car that killed my father long ago.

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End of chapter 17

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Who do you believe?

Until next time

-Yo