Foggy watched as the gate opened for them and they drove up the small road leading to the house. There was a guard in a safe house down by the gate that let people in and out. This place was locked down tight. It wasn't a place anyone would be able to escape from easily.
"Rich people," Damian chuckled.
"This is actually a place they rent when they want to be alone," Finn said. "JD told me that. Our client doesn't want anyone to know he likes fucking whores."
"Do we know who he is?" Damian asked.
"Not a clue," Finn answered. "And it doesn't matter. All that matters is the money. This guy must be swimming in it with what he paid."
Finn stopped the car and turned in the seat to look at Foggy.
"You must be his dreamgirl. No one would ever pay that much for a common whore," Finn said.
Foggy just nodded. She knew better than to speak. She wouldn't know what to even say to that anyway. Even after five years of being called a whore daily, she still hated that word. She doubted she could ever get used to it.
"Time for you to go inside, Foggy," Finn said.
"If you try anything, we will punish you," Damian said.
"And remember to smile," Finn said. "Go on. Give me a smile."
For the second time that day Foggy put on her best, fake smile for Finn. He always bought it.
"That's my girl," Finn said. "Go knock on the door. Once we see you go inside, we'll leave."
"But we're gonna remain close all weekend in case you get any bright ideas," Damian said.
"She won't. She knows better than that," Finn said. "Don't you, Foggy?"
"Yes," Foggy said lowly.
She opened the car door and walked up to the front door and knocked on it. She was scared who she would might meet on the other side. The door opened and it was clearly some sort of butler opening by the way he was dressed.
"I'm Foggy. I'm expected," she said.
"He awaits you in the living room," he said.
He stepped aside and held out his hand. She walked inside and turned around to see Finn turning the car around before the butler closed the door.
"Down the hall, second door on the right. It's open," he said.
"Thank you," she said.
The butler disappeared into the kitchen and she was left alone. She took a deep breath and walked down the hall. Her heels echoed off the walls everytime she stepped on the hard tile floor. Whoever the client was, he already knew she was walking towards him. She couldn't run or hide. She had to get through this. She could only hope he would be nice and gentle, and hopefully not have too high of a sex drive. She walked into the living room and dropped the bag on the floor. Of all the people in the world, she never expected to see him again.
"Roman?" She asked in disbelief.
"Foggy," he whispered.
He started walking towards her but stopped when she held up her hands.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"You have some nerve!" She snarled. "I'm in this life because of you. For five years I've been abused inside that house because of what you did, and then you have the fucking nerve to book me just so you can fuck me again. What fucked up powerplay is this?"
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"Don't you fucking play innocent!" She said loudly.
All the anger she had bottled up inside for five years finally came out. She never dared raising her voice inside that house. She hardly dared to speak at all. But Roman deserved all the anger. He deserved all the hard words. He deserved all the hate.
"It's your fault I'm where I am," she said.
"Foggy, I seriously have no idea what you're talking about. I've spent the last five years trying to find you," he said.
"You sent a guy to travel with me. When we landed, I was drugged and taken to that house, and this is the first time in five years I've been able to leave it again. You sold me to be a whore and a slave," she said.
"I never did such a thing," he said.
"Bullshit!" She yelled. "You sold me, Roman. The man I loved and who I thought loved me too, the man I was planning on spending the rest of my life with turned out to be a fucking psychopath. Is that how you made all your money? By making women fall for you and then selling them into this life? How many houses like this are you part of? How many people have you hurt?"
Tears started running down her cheeks. He crossed the floor fast and pulled her into his arms. He moved them both over to the couch where he sat down and pulled her down on his lap. He held on to her and let her cry.
"You sold me," she cried.
"I swear I had no part in what happened. I've spent the last five years searching for you. Dean showed up alone and said you never showed up at the airport," he said.
"He's the one who took me to the house," she said.
"That motherfucker!" He growled. "My cousins warned me about having him as my friend. I should have listened. Had I known he would do this, I would never have allowed him anywhere near you."
"Is he coming here this weekend?" She asked.
"No, I cut him out of my life shortly after. He kept telling me to forget about you and move on, and it got to me. I told him to fuck off and he did. I haven't seen him since," he said.
"I have. He sometimes shows up at the house. Sometimes with a new girl, other times to get a free fuck. He likes to remind me of how you sold me when he's in my room," she said.
He tightened his arms around her and started crying too. All these years his former friend Dean had known where she was. He was the reason she went missing. It hurt to know he had brought this monster into her life.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "Let's get in the car and leave. This house is rented for the weekend and they have no clue who I am. Even JD doesn't know. Seth found him and handled all the business with him. No one knows it's me. We can leave and be long gone once they realize you're not coming back Sunday."
"No," she said.
"No? What do you mean no?" He asked. "Let's just leave, Foggy."
He grabbed her face with both hands and forced her to look at him.
"For five long years I've cried myself to sleep each night, not knowing if you were dead or alive. I just knew I had to find you. I love you so much and I know you love me too. Let's get in the car and leave," he said.
"And then what? Start over and pretend like nothing happened?" She asked.
"I don't know. If that's what you want," he said.
She pushed herself off his lap and stepped away from him.
"I can't trust you," she said.
"I already told you I had nothing to do with it," he said.
"But you could be lying. I don't know that," she said.
"Yes, you do. You know me, Foggy. You know me better than anyone else," he said.
She dried her eyes and shook her head no. She wanted to believe him but it was hard after five long years where Dean had stopped by every once in a while to remind her how Roman was behind putting her in that house and having her work clients everyday.
"Even if I did believe you, I can't just leave this place. They will have people out there in the area keeping an eye on the gate. They will know," she said. "And even if I did make it out unseen, what about the other women back in that house? No one wants to be there. Well, except for Liv. I don't know what the fuck her deal is."
"So let's call the police and tell them," he said.
"Make sure to ask for officers Jericho and Styles. They always get a discount," she said.
"Fuck!" He shouted.
They heard footsteps running and the butler came through the door.
"It's okay, Seth. Nothing's wrong. I'm just angry at the information I'm being given," Roman said.
"This is Seth you mentioned before?" Foggy asked.
"Like my disguise?" Seth smirked. "I look good in a butler outfit, don't I?"
"Not now, Seth," Roman said.
"I'll retreat to the kitchen. The potatoes are done soon," Seth said.
"No, stay. Roman clearly needs a friend," Foggy said.
Foggy picked up her bag and looked at Seth.
"Bedrooms are upstairs. Just pick one," Seth said.
"Thanks," Foggy looked over at Roman. "Let's just get through this weekend and then never see each other again."
"No!" Roman said firmly.
"Do you have any idea how many men I've been forced to fuck over the last five years? I was kidnapped and woke up alone in a room in so much pain from some sort of surgery. I didn't know it back then but they took my ovaries to make sure I would never have another period. Most clients don't like that type of blood, and they need to make money on us everyday. The first fourteen days I was chained up in a room alone. No one spoke to me. They came in, served me food, checked up to see if I was healing correctly, and then left again. After that they started talking. They told me what was expected of me. For every no I said, they would hurt me. I don't wanna get into how many beatings I took until I finally agreed just to make them stop. That place is pure evil, Roman. For the last five years, I've served at least one man everyday. Often the number is higher. Some of them are regulars, some of them are new faces. You do the math on how many times I've had to fuck over the last five years. I don't wanna know the number," Foggy said.
Foggy turned around and walked out of the living room. Roman and Seth listened to her footsteps moving upstairs.
"Oh my fucking god," Roman whispered.
"That number runs in the thousands," Seth said.
"I don't wanna fucking know, Seth!" Roman shouted.
"Sorry," Seth said.
Roman felt tears run down his cheeks again. It hurt to know what Foggy had gone through.
"I don't know what to do," Roman said.
"Let her shower," Seth pointed at the ceiling. "I can hear she turned the water on. Let her shower and calm down. We'll bring her down once dinner is ready and then you talk to her. Keep talking to make sure she understands you're on her side. And if you need me to go kill someone, I will."
"Just like that?" Roman asked.
"You know me," Seth smirked. "Just be happy I'm your guy. There's not a damn thing I won't do for you."
"You like my money," Roman said.
"I do," Seth nodded. "I'll go back to my potatoes now."
Seth took a couple of steps but turned around to look at Roman again.
"I like you, Roman," Seth said. "I like you way more than the money you pay. Everyone before you were just random clients with random jobs. Not you. You're my friend. I know that. Even if you stopped paying, I wouldn't leave your side. I've never had someone in my life that I felt I could trust 100% but I feel that with you. Even if the cops came knocking with hard evidence, you'd still swear up and down that I'm the butler of this house and that you don't know anyone named Seth."
"Because you're my friend," Roman said.
"That's exactly my point," Seth said. "You know I'm a man of my word so trust me when I say we'll get through this. Not just us but Foggy too. We'll get her and all the other women out of that place, and Judgment Day will face their own justice."