Chapter Three

Margo was about to close out the recording when she heard a sudden scuffle. She paused when she  heard something slide back and thud against a wall followed by a gasp and the sound of struggling. She heard someone whimpering and frowned. 

“Don’t you ever talk about her again!” Bernard growled. “No one can satisfy me the way she can. When I’m inside you or anyone else I’m lucky I can even cum let alone get it up. The only difference between you and them is I usually kill them in a month or two.”

More whimpers filled the room as she heard a sudden struggling noise. Margo’s brows furrowed as she listened wondering if she could be concerned about Abigail’s safety. More struggling followed by the sound of flesh striking flesh and then a moan filled her ears. 

“You want to talk about how you get my fucking cock whenever you want it? Fine, then you can take what else comes with it.” Bernard growled. “Now suck my cock like the dirty whore you are, bitch!” 

Margo’s jaw dropped when she heard her moan ‘yes, daddy,’ happily. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Margo quickly closed out the application for the listening devices and shuddered with disgust. What the fuck is wrong with these people, she wondered to herself as she shut down her laptop and put it away. She slung her bag over her shoulder and grabbed her coffee. She shuddered once more and then took a sip of her coffee, frowning as she felt nausea roll in her stomach. 

Margo stepped outside into the cold morning air and sighed  as she tried to ignore the conversation that she had overheard. She shuddered once again and decided to put her headphones in. She pulled out her old smartphone that had been turned off and began to play some music. The hard Japanese rock blasted through the headphones as she made her way to her car. Once she was in her car she pulled out a new burner phone and put in the sim card. She shot a quick text to Dex before pulling out of the parking spot. 

Margo was driving down an old country road when her phone rang. She looked at the caller id for a moment before letting it continue to ring. She would call them back when she got to the cabin that she was currently staying at. By the time she pulled up it was dark and the temperature had dropped even more. She climbed out of the car and stepped inside the dark cabin. She took out the burner phone and called the number back. 

“Hey.” Dex said on the other line. “So that was disturbing.” 

“Yeah.” She shuddered. “Do you think that you can track Abigail down? I want to know where the Island is.”

“Yeah. I can do that. Also I spoke to Ronald.” He said. 

“What did he say?” She asked as she went about stoking the wood burning stove to warm up the cabin. She began to change out of her clothes when she put him on speaker phone. She shed her jacket, jeans, boots, and long sleeve t-shirt for sweat pants, an oversized sweatshirt and thick socks. She listened as he spoke about how Ronald was excited to get such an amazing and big story. She chuckled when she heard him mumble that his attitude was disgusting. 

“It may be disgusting but he’s not wrong and probably the only one we can trust with this story.” She said, smiling. 

“True. He’s just so sleazy.” Dex sighed. 

“At least you haven’t met him in person. You think he’s sleazy? Try handsy.” Margo shuddered as she remembered him trying to grope her “discreetly”. 

“Well, you’re you so I can see something like that happening to you.” Dex chuckled. 

“Oh it wasn’t just me.” She snickered as she heard him choke on his drink. 

“You don’t mean…” 

“Oh yeah,” She laughed. “He gets handsy with everyone. No one is safe around Ronald MacGuire.”

“That’s slightly disturbing.” Dex chuckled. 

“Anyway. That’s what I got today. I’ll keep checking his audio files and send you information on what I got… unless it’s like  the last one. In that case you can listen to it. I have enough memories of that psycho’s sexual appetite to last me an eternity.” She shuddered. “Tell Kane and the kids that I miss them.” 

Dex said he would and then hung up after telling her to stay safe.Margo sighed and sat down on the old couch. Her body ached and  she was exhausted. She groaned as she stretched out her sore muscles.  She sighed once more and then her eyes began to droop with exhaustion. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

Bernard slowly descended the stairs to the cells. He listened to soft exhausted cries of despair as his steps carried him closer to his destination. One of the girls had arrived earlier than planned. As he walked he listened to see if she was awake. That was always his favorite experience. The acquired product would  wake up confused and disoriented. He would leave them unchained for the time it took for them to wake up and him to come down the steps. He would listen to their screams  of terror and confusion as they begged for someone to come save them until they came face to face with him.

Bernard passed the cell reserved for his song bird and then made his way to the cell where his newest acquisition waited for him. He was surprised to see that she was awake since he hadn’t heard any screaming and crying. Despite his surprise his face  remained blank as he took in the young woman sitting on the ground. 

“You must be Maribell.” He chuckled, opening her cell door and stepping inside. “Welcome to my humble abode. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here.”

“Why am I here?”  She whispered hoarsely. 

“Well, the thing is like so many of the people who end up here you were bought and paid for. So now I own you.” Bernard said, smiling malevolently. 

“You’re a delusional old fart if you think that you could actually own someone. This isn’t the seventeen hundreds where people were bought and sold like candy. Now fuck off.” She sighed, resting her head on her knees. 

“I believe you’ll change your tune by the time I’m done with you.” He sneered, stepping closer to her. 

“I know exactly how this goes. You’re  going to hit and rape me until I submit to you and then there will be more bullshit until you decide to do whatever it is that you do with the people you buy. People like you are disgusting pieces of shit that should be killed on sight” She said, rising to her height of five foot eleven.