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Twenty-Six

“How did you end up working for Detavio?” I asked Maylee.

I looked over at her, she was relaxed as she laid back on the bed naked with a blunt between her plumped lips. She took a long pull then sat up to pass me the blunt that I really didn’t want to hit. I decided to take a couple of puffs just to relax myself and see if she’d be open to converse.

“Detavio don’t realize that he saved me from his father Impurity.” Maylee sat up and folded her legs.

“My father worked for Impurity’s parents a little bit before Impurity Sr. got murdered. Impurity Sr. worked alongside the governor as lieutenant governor. The Decebal family has so much power that it’s almost sickening. My father always wanted in on the power and money that was associated with the Decebal men. So he moved him and I to Arkville when I was young. I never understood what exactly my father did for Impurity. All I know is…my father got into some sort of trouble and allowed Impurity to take me.” Her words trailed off as she rocked herself back and forth.

“Where was your mom?” I scooted a little closer to her to rub her back in circles.

“I never knew my mom. My father is gay, he despised women. He didn’t look gay at all, women constantly threw themselves at him. He fake courted a few of them as well. His obsession was being in Arkville. He turned his back on me when I needed him most.” Maylee’s jaw clenched.

“I was caged, beat, and forced to do whatever it was Impurity ordered me to do. My heart went out to Detavio. Before he really got his business off the ground, he was considered a prisoner as well…at least in my eyes he was. He’d walk around Impurity’s house like everything disgusted him. He never really talked much, I watched him a lot. Most of the time he was covered in blood. Impurity would sometimes force the women that he kept in the house to watch Detavio cut out human organs. It was something he did to scare us to keep us all in check. Detavio’s hands used to shake, but he’d get the job done and walk out the room with no words leaving his mouth.” Maylee swallowed down.

“How did he save you?” I asked as my heart pounded in my chest.

“Impurity wanted to sell my organs after he got pissed one night. He couldn’t get hard for me and a group of women that performed an orgy in front of him. He claimed that we weren’t beautiful or good enough. He picked me out of the bunch as a sacrifice and called Detavio to come set the example. Detavio took one look at me and told Impurity that he wanted me. To this day…I don’t know if he realizes he saved me. He’s cold, closed off, and void of emotions most of the time. I’m not saying he’s a good person because he’s short tempered and a cold-blooded killer like his father. Detavio is just not the villain in my story, if that makes sense. When he moved out, I left with him. I had the option to blossom, go to school and he pays me well. I fell in love with him, but I know that he will never fall in love with me.” She backhanded her tears away.

“It’s complicated… but I love pleasing him, I love serving him. He deserves to feel good about something, even if it’s something small like busting a nut.” She shrugged and chuckled nervously as I passed her the blunt.

“I can’t imagine what his upbringing was like, you know? I never saw a mom in the picture for him either.”

The wheels in my head started to spin, suddenly I wanted to know more about her and Detavio.

“Why not take advantage of your freedom? Break away from him, and go live your life?”

I anticipated the answer she would give me to the question I asked. I took this conversation as me being able to have an open conversation instead of making this like some sort of interview that I would blog about. Impurity deserved to be burned and tortured alive. It disgusted me how men that had wealth and power abused it instead of making a change in our already fucked up society.

That’s one of the reasons I started blogging in the first place. To shed light on people who deserved to be punished. People needed to take accountability in the choices they made that affected others. In California, there was a rise in people turning up missing with their bodies stuffed with newspaper or any other kind of filling. Trafficking bodies and organs had grown popular.

It was a multi-million-dollar operation that was very successful, to say the least about it.

“I’m living my life; I love what I do. My work for Detavio keeps my mind off of all of the trauma that I endured with Impurity. He keeps me safe and protected. I have an apartment that’s about three hours away from L.A close to Vegas. I go there sometimes to escape and decompress, a couple of days being there doesn’t feel like home. My sex drive is high, I’m very hypersexual. I’ve grown addicted to it. A part of me hates it but a huge part of me loves it.” She gave me her big innocent-looking eyes and my stomach fluttered.

“What about the other women. Do they have the same freedom as you?”

“No, they are contracted. They sign papers, get paid and leave or beg to stay. Some of them talk too much, Detavio is not much of a talker. Sometimes he offers a few words here or there but when women start to press him for more, he cuts them off. Kourtney been here over a year, she stopped being a nurse when her husband died. She was contracted with Detavio just for sex. He ended up hiring her to be a nurse to run everyone’s STD checks. I love Kourt, she’s my girlfriend, sort of…” She blushed.

“So, you two are close.” I smiled at that, happy that she had someone to confide in.

“Yes, very close, she’s a beautiful white chick with soul.” She winked.

I giggled at that. I felt relieved that the women here had the freedom to do what they wanted to. Detavio was still someone that I wanted to get far away from. Him locking me away in a so-called luxurious pit wasn’t normal. I hated the pull and attraction that I felt for him. At the same time, I knew right from wrong. I wasn’t desperate for a man. I believed that he was obsessed with me, while being in denial of my small obsession for him.

He stalked me, broke into my parents’ home to taste my pussy. After I moved into my new house, he had secretly set up cameras to watch me when he wasn’t actually there, waiting for me to go to sleep. His capabilities scared and turned me on at the same time. The way he ate me, fucked me, and looked at me was out of this world. I refused to be an object to control. I refused to grow more addicted to him, all for him to break me and hurt me because he hasn’t grown from his own past traumas.

I had to get away from here, I now knew most of the truth about him and now I knew that I was wrong about him. That wasn’t enough to get me to willingly stay. My situation was different from Maylee’s. This man literally told me that he would own me, and that I would have no way out. Fuck that and fuck him!