Shattered

4

Brice lies in his bed and does his best to not think about the beautiful female that is sleeping next to him. He's so tired that he wants to cry, but he can't sleep. It's so frustrating to him.

He finally falls asleep and half way wakes up as he feels someone burrow into his back. When nothing further happens he sighs and falls back into a deep sleep. His alarm sounds all too soon and wakes him up even more tired than when he went to sleep. 

Perhaps he'll be able to catch a nap later on.

He grabs for his alarm when he feels someone move behind him. Someone soft. It all comes crashing back to him what happened the day before and why he was so damn tired now.

"Little one, I need to get up and get ready for work now. You can stay in bed and sleep if you would like." Brice hates to wake her up, she looks like she could use some more sleep.

Savana looks at him terrified and shakes her head.

"It's alright, you can get up now if you would like. That would be fine as well. Can you tell me your name, Little one? You don't have to speak, you can write it out if you'd rather."

Rather reluctantly Savana nods and so Brice hunts down some paper and a pen. "I think this will make it easier for you to communicate with us. Asking you yes/no questions is alright, I guess, but rather time consuming and tedious."

Savana gives him a pained smile and writes down her name.

"Savana Carter. Lovely name, Savana." Brice tells her. "Sit down, there are some things you should know." Brice sits on the bed and waits for Savana to make herself comfortable. "First off, I don't expect any sexual favors of any kind for having you stay here. I want you to know that. I don't expect you to pay me back. You remind me of my sister Ivy."

Savana writes something down on the paper. Brice waits patiently until she's finished and then reads what she wrote.

"She committed suicide. She had been sold into slavery like you were. By the time I found her and brought her home again, she was broken, even more than you are now. Within six months she killed herself.

"Please, I'll tell you more, but her story, yours and mine are all tied together. Let me tell you mine and my sisters story before you ask questions. I'll do my best to answer them all, but some I might not be able to answer. Is that alright?" Brice waits for Savana to answer one way or another. She finally nods.

"I'm not a good man, Savana. KK the man that helped you last night isn't a good man." Savana is shaking her head rather vigorously to deny that. He's been patient and very kind to her.

"Hush, let me tell you my story and we'll see if you still feel the same about me, okay?" Brice once more waits for the young woman to respond. She's slower this time but eventually nods her head and Brice continues.

"I am the boss of the mafia for this territory. KK, the man that helped you last night," Savana nods remembering him, "he is my second in command. We aren't good people. I've killed and so has he. But there are some things I don't do, I don't deal in the flesh trade.

"My father on the other hand did. Heavily. While he was still in charge I would often go to the auctions and buy girls or sell them, usually both. It made me sick and I hated every fucking minute of it.

"I was away on business on behalf of my father. When I got home I found my sister missing. She was young and nearly as beautiful as you. No one said a word about where she was or what happened. My father had threatened everyone to not say anything.

"I found some security video of my father taking my unconscious sister out of the house. Then later on coming home alone but very happy. I traced the date back to a date of an auction and a monetary deposit for my sister's sell and a few other girls I knew he was planning on selling.