Finn sighed down in the phone. On the other end of the line was JD McDonagh. Someone who had a list of famous people or high earners as clients that wanted to remain anonymous.
"I got a guy who wants to book Foggy for the weekend," JD said.
"She doesn't make house calls," Finn said.
"I told him that," JD said. "He said, and I quote, name your price. He really wants her, Finn. He wants her bad. Cash in on it. Put your price up. Squeeze the lemon as much as you like. He wants her at any cost."
"Who is he?" Finn asked.
"You know I can't tell you that," JD chuckled. "So do we have a deal?"
Foggy sat on her bed staring at the wall. There was a time she stared longingly at the window but not anymore. She would never get out that way with the bars holding her in. Every room had a window but the entire house was a prison. Even though she was allowed to walk around the house, she didn't bother if she didn't have to. It was a prison she couldn't escape. She learned that a long time ago. There was no way out unless they let her out, and they were never going to. At least not alive.
She heard the door to her room open and she moved her cool grey eyes from the wall over to the man who stood in the open doorway. Finn Balor. One of the members of Judgment Day as they for some reason liked to call themselves. Foggy was one of their judgment girls which sounded so stupid to her.
"Good, you're already dressed," he said.
That was a light way to put it seeing how she only wore a black thong, a fiery red mini skirt, and a black crop top that hardly hid anything. Bras weren't allowed. They were in the way anyway since she most likely would end up naked or at least with the mini skirt pushed up and her thong pulled down.
Seeing how Finn was there and commenting on her clothes, there was a client for her. It was unusual that the client wasn't already next to Finn though. No matter who came to her room to make her work, they always brought the client right away.
"You're going to a client," he said.
She raised her eyebrows to question that statement. Very few women ever got to go to clients from this place. Only Liv and Candice usually got to leave the house. Liv because she for some fucked up reason loved being locked up and abused, and Candice because she had been there for 20 years and was so broken that she did anything they told her to without ever asking any questions or trying to escape.
"He paid good money for you to come to him," he said.
He walked over to her and pushed her long, copper red hair behind her ears so he could see her face clearly.
"I get why he wants you that bad. So many men are dying to have a crazy redhead in the sheets. It's a well known fantasy," he smirked. "Give me a smile."
She put on her best smile that was as fake as it could get. He smiled back at her and chuckled lowly.
"That's my girl," he said. "Grab a couple of outfits and put on some shoes."
She walked over to her closet and pulled out two other pair of thongs, two other mini skirts, and two other small tops. Always the same type of outfits. Nothing mattered when it came to that. She was going to spend the weekend with a creep. She put on a pair of red heels that matched the mini skirt she was wearing. She looked over at Finn again. He was nervous but was trying to hide it. She understood why. She had never been let out of the house in the five years she had been there. This was a test to see if they could truly trust her. If they had broken her enough.
"I'm ready," she said lowly.
"Good. Go see Rhea to get a bag for your clothes. She has what else you need for a weekend away as well," he said.
She nodded at him and walked through the house. She found Rhea with a bag in her hands. She didn't even ask what was in it. Probably things like a toothbrush, some perfume, makeup and shampoo. Things to make sure she smelled good, looked good and was clean. She accepted the bag and put her clothes in it. She was about to walk to the front door when Rhea grabbed her arm and pulled her close.
"You better not try and fuck us over," Rhea said warningly.
"Of course not," Foggy almost whispered.
"You won't like it if you do," Rhea smirked. "You should know better than to test us."
Foggy nodded and swallowed nervously. She knew all too well what these people could do. She had experienced it on her own body and seen it many times when someone new was brought in and thought they could fight their way out. A smart mouth was quickly turned into a quiet mouth. Everyone learned how to be obedient.
"Go on. Don't keep him waiting," Rhea said.
Foggy walked to the front door where Finn and Damian were waiting. They grabbed an arm each and escorted her out in the car. She got into the back seat while Finn took the driver's seat and Damian took the passenger seat. Foggy didn't even try the doors. She knew they had child locks.
She was on her way with two of her captors to an unknown location where an unknown man was waiting who would have complete control over her for an entire weekend. Somehow that seemed more scary and dangerous than anything she had experienced inside the house the last five years. At least a normal client left fast again. This man would hold the power over her for an entire weekend.