Trigger Warning:mention of non-con
The world came back in particle by particle. She could see a bright light in front of her soaking into every fiber of her being. She heard beeping and people talking casually about a bad experience at that diner down the street.
"No... oh no..." She groaned. "No!" she wanted to throw her arms against the mattress, but she couldn't move...couldn't speak. "Why didn't you let me die..." She asked whatever being out there had cursed her.
"I think she's waking up." a woman's voice gasped. "Go get the doctor!" She could be heard urging whoever she had been discussing lunch with. "Ma'am? Can you hear me?" The light got brighter as a light was shown in her eyes.
Katherine could only blink in response. Tears were welling up and threatening to spill. God...she needed a fix.
"My name is Annie. I'm taking care of you. Do you remember what happened?" The woman asked as gently as she could.
Kat nodded with her wide eyes glued to the ceiling in abject horror. "Y-Yeah..." She refused to make eye contact.
"Who did this to you?" the woman asked a little too quickly. Had Katherine stopped to think about it, that nurse probably had no business asking such a question...and yet she still answered.
"I didn't catch his name..." Kat lied. The doctors came in shortly after and asked her a series of questions...questions that would get the police involved if she answered...Maybe...Maybe that was for the best?
"I didn't let them in..." She insisted to the officer later that day. "They gave Vincent the money...and Vincent gave them the key to my room...He'd give me the drugs, so I could handle whatever the client wanted...so it wouldn't hurt..." she dug her nails into her skin. She needed more... "That was my job."
"Ma'am you're charged with prostitution and possession of heroin...are you telling me that you consented?" The man with the fuzzy mustache raised a brow. Katherine felt sick immediately.
"NO!" she tried to sit up in her hospital bed but the pain didn't allow it. She winced and leaned back again. "I mean...I consented to the sex usually...but only because if I didn't..." She got quiet and pulled the string to her hospital gown revealing that her torso was covered in bandages. "I did not consent to being stabbed six times..." She gave him a look hoping it made him feel stupid for asking that.
"Who runs this operation?" He asked rather simply. Katherine was silent. She stared at her lap for an uncomfortable amount of time. "If you tell me, I'll make sure you don't go to jail. They'll probably have you do some community service for the drugs though. You'll get witness protection and we'll relocate you. He will NOT find you." The man's face softened a little allowing Kat to relax.
"H-his name was Vincent...He's the only one I ever saw besides the customers for the majority of the time I was in that fuckin place." She rubbed her arm uncomfortably just thinking about it. "It's called the 7th Heaven Motel. Vincent rents out rooms to normal customers all the time...I don't know how many, but he has multiple rooms that he keeps for his...his 'girls'." She cringed. "He was able to keep us there by having us come willingly...That way we were less likely to be reported missing." She paused in thought. "I think this is much deeper than even I know. I think Vincent was a part of some bigger organization..."
The cop raised a brow. "And what makes you think that?" He asked.
"Because...Vincent brought the real leader to see me after I tried to escape...He told me he had no idea that this was where Vincent was getting the money...He...apologized to me...then the fuckin liar promised to put me out of my misery."
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