He nodded "Very well. Is he in?"

She smiled sweetly, "He is. I'll ring. Please, have a seat and some refreshments."

He dragged me over to the couch, "Thanks Roberta, we already had some on the flight over."

She gave me a sarcastic look and giggled. She knew I was the refreshment and thought it was funny? What kind of woman did that to another woman?

I pushed at Servario but he grabbed my arm, "Do I have to turn you over my knee again?"

I shook my head profusely, "No, please."

Coop and Jack laughed and rubbed their noses. Roberta eyed up Coop. He grinned at her, "Sup?"

She blushed, "Not much. What's up with you?"

He shook his head, "Just bringing my friend here a few girls to party with."

She nodded but a man spoke making us all turn around. "We do like to party. Servario, how are you? It’s been ages."

I was almost confused when I saw an extremely-handsome British man, in a well-cut suit, walk up. He had dark hair and eyes, and a sly smile.

Servario shook his hand and nodded at Coop and Jack, "I’ve been well, my friend. Karl Bergman, these are my associates, Tom and Jimmy Sullivan."

"From Boston?"

Coop frowned, "You know us?" His Bostonian was perfect.

Karl nodded, "I know of your family well. The Sullivan brothers are a well-run organization."

Coop rubbed his nose, "We have a good time." He slapped his hand into Karl's as did Jack. He looked wooden and awkward, but it suited him, even in disguise.

"What have you here, Gustavo? She is stunning."

Servario nodded, "Yup. She's an agent out of Hong Kong. She worked her way into the Sullivan's organization. They wish to be rid of her."

Coop winked, "She worked f**king hard, let me tell you."

Karl chuckled, running his fingers down my face, "This really is top shelf, my old friend. I might have to keep her for myself."

Servario shrugged, "However you wish it, I just want my merchandise."

Karl nodded at a corner of the room, “Let me see what she is worth.” Two men walked in from a large door, grabbing my arms and dragging me to the door they had come through. We turned right, down a hallway.

They brought me to a room with a couch and desk and some file cabinets. It looked like an office. They left me there alone. I sat on the couch, making sure my skirt was under my butt. I looked down, noticing my knives were visible if I sat. I stood up and paced, holding myself. I had to assume it was a recorded room.

I recalled a video I had seen once of women in sexual tourism. They were weak and scared. They barely fought it. They did what they had to do to save their necks. I found the camera in the corner and prepared myself. The doorknob turned, clicking a lock. Karl came in, smiling nicely. "You really are a beautiful woman. What's your name?"

I swallowed hard, "Josie."

He walked over to me, "Are these your clothes, Josie?"

I shook my head, almost crying like I believed his sweet British act, "No. They—they made me go to a party on a boat. They made me do things I didn’t want to do. You have to help me. Please, I know things. I can be of use, I swear."

He nodded, "I am going to help you. I know you’ll be of use." His eyes locked on my bright Russian Red lipstick. He ran his thumb over my lips, "I just need to smear your lipstick with my c*ck a little first."

I swallowed hard, nodding and then backing away as if I had just realized what he had said, "What?"

He grabbed my neck and dragged me to the couch. He sat, pulling my face down into his groin.

My hand shook as I tried to fight him off, shaking my head, “Please, no.” He raised his hand but I flinched away, nodding, "Okay, I’ll do whatever you want. Please, don’t hit me." My voice sounded desperate.

He nodded, "That’s my girl."

My fingers shook as I reached for his zipper. He was already erect when I pulled it out. It was a respectable size but not circumcised. I almost made a face, but I knew that would get me killed. He jerked his c*ck in my hand, forcing me to stroke it. He bit his lip and gyrated into my hand a little, "You have such soft hands. Jerk me a bit before you get it wet."

I stroked his cock, ready to gag. He reached forward and smeared my lipstick with his thumb, "Oh shit. I am taking you home for the next month or two. I need a new pet. Have you ever been a submissive before?"

"No." I gripped and stroked, twisting my hand the way Servario had taught me to do when he discovered I was not interested in bl*w j*bs. Not his kind anyway.

Karl thrust into my hands, "Okay it’s time to test out that mouth."

I nodded, "Okay. But I like to do it better with the man standing, is that okay?"

He gave me a look like he might get violent. I backed away from him and crawled to the door, the only empty wall space, and out of the view of the camera. I gave him a sexy look, "I like to have my hair pulled and my face f**ked." He jumped up. Apparently, I had lied convincingly.

Servario would be excited his version of a bl*w j*b was what saved our mission.

Karl pressed his back against the door, "This better be good." He grabbed my hair and forced my mouth down on his cock. I didn’t have a chance to gag. I sucked, pulled a blade and shoved it into his taint. I pulled the other one and stabbed into his voice box as he was taking his breath to scream.

I pulled the blade from his taint and stabbed into his heart. He died instantly, sliding down the door to the floor. I took a couple breaths, looking at the camera and the couch and the feet on the floor. I was out of breath and a little disoriented, but I needed to get moving.

I stood up, taking his keys, phone and sliding card. I wiped my blades and bloody hands on his clothes, staying as close to the wall as I could and opened the door. I barely got the heavy door open because of how his body was pressed against it. When I did, I walked down the hallway like I had been sent that way. I was glad I'd worn the red shirt. Servario had thought of everything.

I saw the two guards standing by a TV and walked that way. I hit the first one in the jugular and the second in the heart. The first pulled his gun, but I kicked him against the wall and stabbed him in the heart too.

I took their guns and walked to the doors I had come through. I used the sliding card thing, opening the door a little. I nodded at Servario who instantly walked over to Roberta and snapped her neck.

I tossed a gun at Coop and Jack. They followed me inside of the doorway. Servario ran to catch up. He looked at my smeared lipstick, remembering his own fetish, no doubt, "How was that?"

I snarled, "Just a quickie."

Coop gave me a desperate look and Jack gagged, "Oh gross. You are the most dedicated agent ever."

I sighed, "Let's go. I need gum, made of bleach."

Servario went to the guards’ room first. He used a silencer to shoot everyone in the room and kill the monitors. Jack went and deleted all data being stored on them.

Coop and I made our way down the hallway. Every door we opened revealed something nastier inside. Each room had something, or someone. Teenage boys and girls, women of every shape and color.

Some rooms held a sex slave with a man, midway in their session, which meant that man died. Some I stabbed in the back, others I slit their throats. I heard the silencers making their dulled noises. Servario and Coop were also killing everyone they found with someone.

The blood greased my knives and hands but I never relented. The men had no fighting skills, they were suits and executives with a membership to a private club. A private club we were bent on destroying.

Servario was shouting at everyone, "Go to the front doors, run down the stairs and leave this building. Go home."

I pointed, “Go that way.” The girl I spoke to nodded, sobbing, "Thank you. Thank you."

I shook my head, "RUN!"

They left in a screaming horde. Every door I used the slider key card on, had someone in it, at least one someone. It was the most upscale brothel I had ever seen or heard of. It looked no different than an office but each room had a bed. Coop and I met at the end of the hallway. He looked at the blood on my hands, “You okay?”

I nodded.

Servario called out to us, “Last doors are down here.”

I was out of breath and sanity, but when Servario opened the first door, I lost even more. I lost my ability to think straight at all. The last three doors had children. They were young—very young, girls. I would have guessed Mitch's age, if I had to. Somewhere between ten and twelve.

Servario got a look in his eyes that I had never seen before. Coop grabbed one, I grabbed one, and Servario grabbed the last one. We walked down the hallway, holding the silent, almost frozen, children to our chests. We walked out the door that I had been dragged through to leave, not seeing the man with the gun behind us, "Who are you people?"

I spun, firing a shot at the same time he did. Coop dropped the child as the man died. I looked at his arm where the bullet had grazed him. He grabbed a pillowcase from one of the rooms and tied it to his arm, as I made sure the kid was okay. She wasn’t injured, but there was no mistaking the look in her eyes. She was stuck in the horrors that had occurred there. She couldn’t see anything beyond the faceless men who had hurt her. I couldn’t think about what they had endured without thinking about my own children. The whole thing filled me with a grotesque amount of hatred and rage.

Coop came out of the room and nodded at me, "Thanks. I think you shooting first stopped that from killing me."

"That’s my job."

"Killing me or saving me?"

I weakly smiled back at him, "Killing you. I believe you already told me once that there was no way you would ever be in the situation where you needed me. That was never going to happen, remember that?"

He nodded, not laughing. None of us had anything to laugh about. I feared I might never laugh again.

We carried the kids to the elevator, "Is this the only floor?"