Here is the next installment. Thanks For the reviews. Amber

Chapter 9

Frank turned the doorknob of his front door with a heavy heart. He pushed the door open and as suspected both Callie and Claire ran to him. They saw that he was alone and hurled themselves into his arms. They both started sobbing. Frank gestured to his father, mother, Sam, and Joe. "Could you...give us a moment." Frank could feel his emotions starting to overwhelm him again.

They went towards the kitchen. Sam put the engaged laptop down on the coffee table before exiting.

Frank held them as they cried. He managed to whisper. "I'm sorry...she hasn't engaged her panic button yet. We know who took her. We can't find them. We…"

Callie tapped Claire. "Go get a drink and sit with your grandparents."

Claire wanted to stay with her daddy but knew that arguing with her mother right now would not be wise. She went into the kitchen.

Callie put her arms around his neck. "It isn't your fault honey. I know you're doing everything you can. Don't blame yourself. I've been so scared."

Frank held her tightly, getting comfort just being in her arms. He knew right now that was mutual. "I know baby. I'm going to find her and these scoundrels are going to pay."

Callie nodded. "I know. Promise me you'll be careful. We need you too."

Frank kissed her tenderly. "I will. I promise."

Joe came into the room. "Mom made chamomile tea."

Frank swallowed. "We'll be in shortly."

Callie kissed him. "I know in my heart of hearts that we are going to get her back. You won't stop until you do. Just remember to take care of you as well."

"I will baby. You need to take care of yourself too and make sure that Claire has everything she needs."

Claire came in. "Daddy."

Frank turned and pulled her into a hug. "It's going to be okay honey."

"I want my sister. She's my best friend." She started crying.

"I know baby girl." Frank murmured. He gestured to Callie who took his place. She guided Claire to the kitchen where everyone was seated at the table. Frank grabbed his laptop, he saw the battery was starting to get low and grabbed the charger. He plugged it in and placed it on the counter. This laptop would not leave his sight until Brooke was found.

Brooke and the other three girls were taken to a large warehouse. A woman that Brooke didn't know had her by the arm and was pointing a gun at her head. She walked not wanting to risk non compliance.

Juan Garcia chuckled. "Take your finger off that trigger Karla darling, I don't want you harming the best specimen. I have a client lined up for her in an hour and a half."

Brooke paled. "What does that mean?" She shrugged out of Karla's grip.

Juan Garcia lit a cigarette, took a drag, and puffed the smoke in her face. "Get her ready Karla with Angel. Her outfit is good but needs tweaking. I will personally inspect her before she meets the client."

Brooke didn't like his look. It was as if he was undressing her with his eyes. She shuddered. Karla took her up some metal steps. They went down a metal hallway to a steel reinforced door. It was the third door in the hallway. She opened it and another woman was inside. Karla nodded to her. "Angel, she needs flourishes. He said her outfit was fine."

Brooke shook herself loose of this woman. "I'm not doing anything."

Karla raised her gun. "You'll do as you are told. This is your new quarters. It shares a bathroom with one of the other girls."

Angel came up behind her and reached under her skirt and yanked her leggings and underwear down. Brooke sneered. "Do you mind lady!"

Angel said. "They're coming off. Corporate. Take off those boots."

Karla held the gun to her head. "NOW kid."

Brooke stepped out of them and Angel pulled her underwear and leggings to her ankles and off. Humiliated her face turned red.

Angel said. "Sit on the bed."

Brooke did as she was told. She didn't want that gun anywhere near her head again. Angel put a shackle with a chain on her ankle. The chain was attached to the bed closest to the bathroom. Then finally they released her arms. They left locking her in the room. Brooke immediately pulled out her locket and pressed the panic button. 'Hurry up daddy! Bring the calvary. Take that Juan!'

The door opened. Brooke put her locket back under her sweater. Juan held a gun at her face. She held up her arms.

"Good girl." He approached. He snapped a picture with his phone. Then he reached under her skirt. "Firm yet soft. Perfect. Face the wall."

Brooke's eyes filled with tears. She immediately faced the wall. She could feel his gun graze the side of her face and move her hair. "So pretty. I'm about to give you a demonstration on your expectations while you're here. A client will be here in forty minutes. "You will pretend you are having a good time, let him live out the fantasy he wants. If you don't you'll be punished"

Brooke was trembling. "I don't want to."

"You don't have a choice. You're mine now bitch."

Brooke refused to show fear. "I'll never be yours." She yelped as he yanked her by the hair and pushed her halfway onto the bed.

He slapped her bare bottom. Brooke was furious. Her parents never spanked her! This was so humiliating. That's when she felt something hard against her. She looked in the mirror and watched in horror as he unbuttoned his pants. Brooke whimpered.

"This is why I do this. I can't have you blubbering all over the client." He pointed the gun to the back of her head. "Feet apart now."

Frank and Callie were in bed trying to rest. Frank knew he wouldn't be able to sleep but knew he had to at least rest. Claire was currently in her sleeping bag on the sofa in their room. A loud beeping sound made them all jump. Frank rushed to the laptop. "Oh thank God! She pressed the panic button! Claire, go get grandpa! Hurry!"

Fenton rushed into the room putting on his robe. "What's up?"

"She pressed the panic button." Frank said with relief.

Callie sank into the sofa in relief. "Thank god!"

Frank's eyes narrowed to slits. "Mission Texas. She's in Mission Texas! Sam should already be there.. We're going in our jet."

Callie kissed Frank deeply. "Bring her home."