Chapter Two

After Maribell cleaned up her wounds and put on some makeup to cover the darkening bruise on her cheek she took Matthew to the bus stop and waited with him until it arrived. After that she went to the store and picked out a new dishware set. She sighed and carried her purchases back to the house. She frowned at the mess still on the table and floor. She set the dishware on the counter and set to cleaning off the table.  When she was done she went to the room and changed the bedding and grabbed the dirty laundry. Maribell started the dirty clothes and then finished cleaning the rooms and the bathrooms. She changed out the laundry and then went to clean the living room. She started making lunch for her mom, sister, and stepdad then went to fold the laundry. When she was done putting away the laundry she checked the time. She had enough time to grab three hours of sleep before they came home and she had to go to work. 

Maribell woke up before her alarm went off and sighed. She was exhausted and felt like she could go back to sleep and sleep for days. Instead she got up off of her bed and stretched. She quickly changed into a clean uniform and tied up her curly blonde hair. She carefully applied some more makeup to cover her bruises and dark eyes before going down the stairs. She ran into the kitchen and put on an apron over her uniform. 

Maribell quickly pulled out some ingredients for slow cooker chicken with veggies and rice. She quickly diced up the chicken and veggies before popping them into the crockpot. She added some seasonings and a can of beer to give it some extra flavor. Then she poured some rice into a bowl. She took it over to the sink and started washing it, a trick she had learned working at a Korean restaurant.when she was sixteen. Once the rice was  washed and drained she put it in the rice cooker and selected the timer. Once it was started she quickly left a note that lunch was ready and in the fridge and that dinner was in the crock pot and rice cooker. She grabbed her bag and keys and locked up the house. 

Maribell walked into work more exhausted than when she had left. She sighed and put on her apron before clocking in. The night was busy and the tips were good. Between that and her stepdad sneaking into her room at night she didn’t mind the long shifts. 

Maribell pocketed her paycheck  and tips then clocked out for the night. She was exhausted and the sun would be coming up by the time that she got home. Then everything would start all over. Maribell sighed as she walked home. Her teeth were chattering in the early morning chill as she turned right down the street. She was almost home when she felt a sudden pain on the back of her head. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, her body went limp, and everything went dark.

Margo sent off a quick text from her burner phone to Kane updating  him on her situation and then powered off the phone and tossed it into a trash can as she walked down the street. It had been a year since she had gone into hiding again. She had made a quick trip to New York during that time to talk with a journalist that she had met through her editor Howard. Ronald had been surprised when she had called him and said that she needed to see him so he jumped at the opportunity to get a story. To his surprise she had handed him a flash drive and a number to call if he had any questions. She didn’t know if  she could do what she needed to do and also give him more information about Bernard and his evil deeds. She  turned down the street and walked into a cafe. She ordered a coffee and opened up her laptop and plugged in her headphones. She quickly pulled up the security feed from Bernard’s compound. She watched as a black luxury sedan pulled up to the mansion and a tall brunette, who was impeccably dressed,  climbed out of the backseat. Her earphones caught the sound of heels clicking on the floor as she entered the house. Margo sat there sipping her coffee as she listened to the woman she now knew as Abigail converse with Bernard. 

“Bernard, you’re looking well.” She purred. 

“Thank you, Abigail. You’re looking amazing as usual.” He said. 

“Well, aren’t you a charmer?” She chuckled. “Here’s the itinerary for the new auction.” She said softly. 

There was silence as she listened to the sound of rustling paper fill the room.There was a little humming which she assumed was Bernard nodding and agreeing with whatever was on the itinerary. The papers shuffled once more before she heard a chair squeak. 

“This is good but I want to make some adjustments. I have a new shipment coming in so I need to send some people to Pink Velvet. I don’t have enough room to keep them here.” Bernard said. 

“Who should I be expecting?” She asked.

“Numbers eight, twelve, fifteen, seventeen, twenty, twenty-one through thirty.” He said as he drummed his fingers on the desk. 

“I can make some room for them. When should I be expecting them?” She asked. 

“Does two weeks from now work?” He asked.

“I can take them sooner if I need to.” She said. 

“That can work. How is Dark Desires working out?” He asked. 

“It’s great! A bunch of the girls that were sent there are a lot more docile than when they went in. I have a notice about who will be going where now that they have shaped up.” She chuckled. 

“I’m glad. I figured it would work. How did the progress on the  facility go?” He asked. 

“Well, we have quite a few that are still fighting it but between the aphrodisiacs and the aromatherapy we’re figuring out what works best for who. We have quite a few pregnancies from there too.” She said, chuckling. 

“How far along are they?” 

“We have two women that are due any day now. And a few of the women that frequent the place have conceived  as well.” She said, happily. 

“That’s great.” Bernard said. 

“We’ve had a few die though.” She said, nonchalantly. 

“Well, maybe that will help keep the others in line.” Bernard chuckled. 

Margo felt her stomach churn as she listened to them talk about forced pregnancies and rape as if it was the weather. She hated these people with a passion. Her hands were balled into fists and she took a few deep calming breaths to steady herself. 

“Well, I’m going to head back. I had planned to stay here for a few days and spend some time between the sheets but with the new babies coming I want to make sure that I am there in time to receive them and place them with their families.” Abigail said, standing up from her seat. 

“I see. Well, duty calls. We can always have a good roll in the sheets when you come back for the auction.” Bernard chuckled. 

“I look forward to having your cock buried deep in my pussy.” She purred, making Margo’s stomach churn again. “I guess that's one good thing about your little song bird running away. I get that thick cock in my pussy whenever I want it.”