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Chapter 12 – Freedom


Cat couldn't control herself as she walked over to Andre's bag. She found the gun he used to kill Kingston with. It was still loaded with one bullet left. She turned off the safety and looked to the bathroom door. "I'm sorry." Her voice cracked. "I can't live with these memories." She went back to sit on the bed, clutching the gun tightly. She put the gun to the side of her head, putting her finger on the trigger...

And then another flashback came to her mind…

The double doors opened and Cat immediately saw a man, heavy set, and taller than her before them. He was in a white robe. He has a goatee and long black hair in a ponytail. This was Gerald Kingston. He smirked when he saw the redhead. "Well…she's exactly what you described and more." He said in a raspy voice. He suddenly grabbed at her jaw and examined her facial features. "She's perfect. You said she's experienced?"

"Yes, sir." The man behind Cat said.

"Even better." Kingston chuckled, making Cat cringe at his cigar smelling breath. "Leave us be. Set the boat for home."

"Yes, sir." And the double doors closed.

As soon as the doors closed, Cat's lacy robe was untied and harshly torn off. Kingston's lips immediately savaged her neck. Cat didn't fight back. She was his now. He owned her. There was nothing she could do to get away and be free. She was now a sexslave, who was never to be found again by her former loved ones. She was "Generous". She was trapped within this awful problem of the world called "Human Trafficking" and there was no way she was getting out.

She was either going to be used all her life…or leave this business dead.

Kingston was about to remove her string tied top that hardly covered anything when they heard gunshots. "What the fuck?" He growled. He suddenly pushed Cat against the wall, grabbed some wire, and forcefully tied it around her wrists so she was practically immobilized. He stuck a rag in her mouth to gag her. He opened the closet and threw her in, making her hit her head, so she was dizzy.

And then she heard his voice…Andre…he's not dead!

"CAT!" She heard Andre yelled as the doors were slammed open. "Where is she?" He growled.

"Who?" Gerald Kingston asked, sounding confused.

"The one you call "Generous", even though her real name is Cat." Andre sounded impatient and angry. "Where is she?"

"She's mine. I bought her."

"She's nobody's property. She's human…just like you and me."

"Women are nothing, but maids, slaves, and toys for men." Gerald defended himself. "They're nothing."

"Cat Valentine is something. She's everything to me." Cat's heart fluttered.

"Too bad you're about to die."

She finally was able to spit out the gag and crashed through the closet door. "NO!" She screamed as she tried to grab the gun away from Kingston. She still hadn't looked to Andre. "Don't hurt him!"

"Shut up, you bitch!" He snarled at her. He roughly pushed her against the wall and the next thing she remembered was blackness…suddenly she was in someone's arms.

Her eyes fluttered open and saw Andre…beaten and exhausted, but smiling. "Hi, sweetheart."

And that alone made her lower the gun and sigh as it sat back down on her lap.

The bathroom door opened and Andre was showered and smiling, but when he saw what was on her lap, his heart froze. "Cat…why is that gun in your hands?"

She sighed deeply. "I was about to kill myself."

Andre slowly walked up. He took the gun gently out of her hands and then put it back on safety before putting it back in the bag, zipping it up. He went back and sat next to Cat. "Why would you want to kill yourself, baby?"

She shrugged. "I didn't want to live with the horrible memories." She whispered. "It's too much…or at least, I thought it was…but you know what stopped me?" She looked back at him and took his hand. "You did." He looked confused. "I realized that I really can get through this. You saved me from my father, you took me to New York, you rescued me from that mansion party, you came all the way to France, you risked your life on that boat…and for what? Me. Because you love me more than anything, I can tell."

Andre turned to her and put his hands on either side of her face. "I love you more than life, Cat. I can't live without you. I went through hell and back this past week for you. I want to live happily ever after with you."

"Me too." Cat scooted into his arms. "Thank you so much."


OK, now The End.