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take my cock down her throat and not
puke,” he says.
    “And your way might work on
some
bitches,” I gesture to the one sobbing on the bed, “but not this one. You
have
to know who you’re workin ’ with.”
    “Well aren’t you Mr. Fuckin ’ Sensitive,” he says, standing up and throwing
his
arm out, gesturing for me to take over.
    I sit beside her and stroke
her
hair back from her face. Her cheeks and neck are covered in spit and bile.
She
must not have eaten anything this morning. Thank fuck for that. I grab Randy
’s
t-shirt off the floor and wipe her face. “Listen to me,” I tell her. “That
shouldn’t have happened. I won’t leave you alone with him again.”
    She blinks up at me, her eyes
puffy and bloodshot. “Give me the key,” I call to Randy. He’s pulling on his
jeans and reaches into the pocket, pulling out the cuff key. I catch it in
midair and unlock her wrists and ankles. “I’m gonna get you some water,” I
say,
covering her with a dirty, stained sheet.
    A chipped mug sits on the side
of
a stationary tub on the sidewall. I fill it with cold water and head back to
her, stopping beside Randy. “Don’t touch her again or I’ll cut your goddamn
dick off.”
    “Fuck off,” he says. “You do
what
Butch says.”
    “I’ll train you, but not with
her.”
    “Then with who?”
    “Me.” I say, meeting his eyes
so
he knows I’m serious. “As soon as I calm her down, we’ll get started.”
    “What do you fuckin ’
mean, ‘you’?”
    Ignoring his question, I take
the
mug of water to the bed and help the bitch sit up. “Drink this. Get
hydrated.”
    “Who are you selling me to?”
she
asks, more tears trickling down her cheeks.
    “A cartel boss in Mexico. I
don’t
know anything about him.”
    “Will he abuse me?” she
asks.
    “Physically? I don’t know.
Sexually? In every way possible. It’s my job to make sure you can handle
it.”
    She closes her eyes and bends
her
knees, resting her forehead on them. Her shoulders shake as she sobs. “Let
me
go,” she begs. “My family has to be looking for me. Don’t do this. Please.”
    I stand and let her be. It
takes
a few days before acceptance sinks in.
    “Don’t do this!” she screams
at
my back. “Let me go!”
    Ignoring her, I walk over to
the
middle of the room and point to Randy. “Take your clothes off and stand
against
the wall.”
    “What?” he says, blinking at
me.
“No fuckin ’ way.”
     “You want to know how to
train a bitch, you have to be the bitch. Get over there.”
    It’s how I was trained, and it
’s
how he’ll be trained. I got tag-teamed by a man and a woman, but the man
made
me understand better what I needed to do to get a person to submit to me.
Maybe
it was a straight male breaking a straight male that did it—made me totally
vulnerable and out of my comfort zone. I’m about to find out if it works for
Randy.
    He hesitates for a minute, and
then slowly makes his way over to the wall. “First,” I say, “I want to make
it
clear that I fucking love pussy. I love how it feels. I love how it tastes.
I
love how it smells. I love sticking my face in a hot, wet cunt. This between
us
is business. For you to do this right, you need to be stripped bare, busted
and
broken.”
    He smirks. “You think you can
do
that to me?”
    “I know I can. Take your fuckin ’ clothes off, bitch.”
    Doubt flashes across his face,
but being the arrogant fucker he is, he sheds his clothes and kicks them
toward
me. Standing there naked, he takes it one step further and cuffs himself to
the
wall. He doesn’t think I can tear his fuckin ’
psyche
up. Fucker’s wrong.
    I glance over to the bitch on
the
bed. She’s frozen stiff, watching. I crook my finger at her. “Come over
here.”
    She hiccups and swallows hard,
but doesn’t move.
    “Get the fuck over here now ,”
I say. “You make me wait, you’ll regret it.”
    She hustles over, stumbling
once
before standing in front of me. I reach up and thumb her