Chapter 15

Coming closer to the door revealed one of the courtesans I'd seen the day before. She was held backwards over the bottom of the stairs, her arms restrained by one of the security guards as the other gripped her thighs, his trousers and boxers pooled around his feet. Tears fell from her eyes as she was being used, evidently in pain both emotional and physical.

Gulping, I froze to the spot. My heart broke for her as the guard sped up his thrusts, reaching his climax. As he rammed into her for the final time, she let out a small cry. I finally managed to tear myself away, my stomach threatening to expel what little food I'd eaten that day.

“There, Belle,” I heard the guard say behind me. “Told you to just let me get on with it. Now hold still and Rich here can have his turn.”

I stopped, horrified at what I'd just heard. Did I go back and try to help her? Was there anything I could even do? A scuffle made my decision for me.

“Jeremy, you idiot, she's getting away,” another voice yelled. A