Chapter 16

• Nayeli’s voice cracked, and Mariselle heard the distinct sound of a sniffle, then a soft, wet cough. “He kept asking me why you wouldn’t cooperate with his rock hard penis up inside my ass. Why you wouldn’t just give in. He said he’d make me regret ever being born if you didn’t learn your lesson. He threatened… he threatened to sell me to the lowest bidder, to the filthiest dogs, where I’d be passed around until I was nothing but a piece of cum rag.” Her voice dissolved into ragged sobs, full of despair and utter hopelessness. “He threw me against the wall, Mariselle. My head… I think I hit it hard, it hurts so bad. Everything went black for a moment. When I came to, he was gone, and the guards were dragging me here. Just like this.”
• Mariselle listened, horrified, to Nayeli’s broken confession. The details painted a vivid, brutal picture in her mind’s eye. Her stomach churned, a mixture of sympathy for Nayeli and a growing, icy rage towards Don Carlo. But then, a flicker of memory, a small, unsettling detail, surfaced in her mind.
• “Wait,” Mariselle interrupted, her voice still shaky but with a new edge of confusion. “When they first threw me in here… I remember. Don Carlo slapped you then for talking to me, didn’t he? For speaking to me. I saw it. So… if he slapped you for speaking to me before I was put in here, how is he hitting you now for not teaching me how to please him? It doesn’t make sense.”