Kyla's box opened and she looked at the man. She had never him before. He grinned at her and walked to the next box to unlock it too. Every box was unlocked and the women crawled out of them.
"To the bathroom!" He ordered.
Kyla had no idea where they were going but the other women did. She followed them into what looked like something out of a prison. Three toilets and three showers all out in the open. There was also one single sink and a row of toothbrushes along with some toothpaste. There was no privacy. The other women started their routine and Kyla did her best to follow.
"Fresh meat," the man said.
She looked at him and he handed her a white toothbrush.
"White is your color. Don't get it mixed up or lose it, or you'll have to beg the others to use theirs," he said.
She nodded and went over to the sink to brush her teeth. After that she showered and used the toilet. Once they were all clean, they marched together to another room where food was served. Everyone had to stand up and eat in silence.
"Get to work!" He ordered.
They all walked out in the common room where Roman was already sitting along with the other men from the night before. The only one missing was Dean. Roman looked at Kyla and sneered at her before snapping his fingers at one of the men and pointed at her.
"She still needs to be house-trained," Roman said.
"Don't mind if I do," the other man chuckled.
"Gentlemen!" Dean yelled.
Everyone looked over at Dean who entered the room with a box in his hands.
"You're late," Roman said.
"I got good news," Dean said.
"What is it?" Roman asked.
"My grandmother finally kicked the bucket and left her entire estate to me. We can finally set up a meth lab in the basement like we planned," Dean said.
"Sweet!" Roman grinned.
Dean looked around and saw everyone smiling on his behalf.
"Great, everyone's here. Let's celebrate," Dean said.
Dean opened the box and Roman looked at the bottles of champagne inside it. He grabbed one and broke out in a wide smile.
"My favorite. That cost you a lot," Roman said.
"Only the best for my best friend," Dean said. "We're celebrating the old fart's departure. She was loaded. I can afford this."
"We need glasses," Roman snapped his fingers. "Chelsea! Glasses!"
"Yes, sir," Chelsea said.
Kyla watched as Chelsea ran out of the room and came back with champagne glasses on a tray. She placed the tray down in front of Roman. Roman and Dean started popping bottles of champagne and filling the glasses. Everyone moved over and grabbed a glass each.
"Kyla!" Roman barked. "Get over here and suck my dick. I want you to look up at me and see everything you gave away by making one stupid mistake."
Kyla took a deep breath and walked over to Roman. She dropped to her knees in front of him and opened his pants. She pulled out his dick and took him in her mouth.
"Eyes on me, honey," he said.
She looked up and continued to suck him while he smirked at her.
"Cheers!" He yelled.
Everyone cheered with him and he emptied the glass of champagne. He turned his head and looked at Dean in a way that made Dean feel very uncomfortable. Dean placed his still full glass of champagne on the table in front of them.
"What?" Dean asked.
Roman pulled a note up from his pocket and slammed it down on the table in front of Dean. Dean recognized his own hand writing. It was the note to Kyla about Roman's business.
"I found it in her clothes yesterday," Roman said.
"Okay," Dean said.
"It wasn't until this morning I figured out who wrote it since no one ever writes anything by hand anymore. I had to go through some old boxes but I did finally find a birthday card you gave me when we were young. It's your hand writing," Roman said.
Dean licked his suddenly dry lips. He had no idea how to defend himself in that moment. He just needed a little more time and everything would be fine.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Roman asked.
"I didn't write it," Dean tried.
Roman smashed the empty champagne glass down on Dean's head. Dean moved away so fast that he stumbled over his own feet and landed on the floor. He turned around and saw Roman push Kyla away before standing up and walking towards Dean. Dean crawled backwards over the floor while Roman slowly moved forward.
"I asked..." Roman started.
Roman placed a hand on his temple and shook his head.
"What the..." Roman mumbled. "I asked... Fuck! Dean? What... I..."
Roman fell down on his ass on the floor and once again shook his head before his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell all the way down. Kyla looked from Roman to the other men who were all falling asleep one by one. She stood up and looked over at Dean.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"I drugged them," he said.
He placed a hand on his head and looked at the blood from where the champagne glass had been smashed over his head. He would have to deal with that later.
"Ladies, follow me," he said.
He jumped up and walked through the building with a row of naked women following him. They entered a room they had never been allowed to be in before and he opened several closet doors.
"Everything you had with you when you entered this place is stored in here. I don't know what belongs to who so grab what's yours," he said.
He left them to find their things and get dressed. They went through everything, found their items, and hurried putting everything on.
"Where did he go?" Chelsea asked.
Kyla shrugged and walked out of the room. Everyone followed her back to the common room where Dean was waiting.
"What's that smell?" Chelsea asked.
"Gasoline," Kyla answered. "Dean?"
"I'm gonna burn this fucking place down with them all in it so they can never hurt anyone again," Dean said.
"Thank you," Kyla said.
"Get everyone out," Dean said.
Kyla nodded and walked to the front door. She unlocked it and everyone walked out. Dean came walking as the last one, spilling gasoline all the way to the front door. He stepped outside and pulled a box of matches up from his pocket.
"Any last words?" Dean asked.
"Just do it," Kyla said.
Dean lit a match and threw it inside. The flames roared to life quickly and he closed the door. He turned around and saw the other women already making their way away from the building. He couldn't blame them. They all came from somewhere and now they were making their way back to where they came from. Only Kyla kept standing there.
"I'm so sorry," he said.
"Drive me home," she said.
"Do you wanna continue living there?" He asked.
"Not a chance," she shook her head. "But I need some things."
They got into his car and he drove her back to Roman's house. She took him to Roman's office and pointed at the laptop.
"He trusted you. You know his password. Delete all security files from this house. Make it seem like I was never here. He never listed me on this address so nothing can tie him back to me," she said.
"Smart thinking," he said. "What are you gonna do next?"
"I'm gonna empty his safe. He doesn't need all that money anymore," she said.
He chuckled and sat down by the laptop. She walked into the bedroom, grabbed a couple of sportsbags, and opened the safe. She emptied it of everything and filled up the bags. Then she packed her clothes and personal belongings and carried all the bags through the house. She found a set of car keys for one of Roman's several cars and threw all the bags in the trunk. She heard footsteps behind her and saw Dean walk towards her.
"All clear," he said.
"Good," she said.
"Do you wanna come back to my place?" He asked.
She sighed and gave him a look he didn't like one bit.
"Roman once said that he knew you have feelings for me but that you would never dare go against him," she said. "Is that true?"
"I did go against him," he said.
"Is that true, Dean?" She asked.
"Yes, it's true," he sighed. "I'm not gonna apologize for falling in love with you. It was out of my control."
"I'm not asking you to," she said.
She closed the trunk and looked at him again.
"It doesn't matter," she said.
"What doesn't matter?" He asked.
"How you feel about me," she said. "In the end you knew what was going on in that place and you never did anything to help the others. It took me going in there before you finally decided enough was enough."
"Roman and I go way back. I know him better than anyone. It's hard going against someone with that amount of power, especially when you love that person. And I did fucking love him, Kyla. I also hated him but I did love him," he said.
"And that's your burden to bear. It doesn't take away from the fact that you did nothing for those women in there. Women died, Dean. Women that could have been saved if you had done earlier what you did today. It shouldn't have been me who tipped you over the edge. It should have happened when the first woman entered that building," she said.
She walked around the car and opened the door to the driver's seat.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"You should be," she said.
"Where are you gonna go?" He asked.
"I don't know yet but I know I'll be fine. I'll find somewhere to dump his car and continue forward without anyone knowing who I am," she said.
"Be careful," he said.
"Don't worry about me. I burned my hands once. I won't burn them twice," she said.
"But I do worry. I love you, Kyla," he said.
He longed to hear her say it back but she just gave him a sad smile.
"Worst part is that we would have made a great couple if you had just done things right. I was ready to leave him. I just needed some help. Instead you served me up like a piece of meat and you sat there and watched for days, weeks, months and years while he brought in woman after woman to be tortured, raped and even killed in that place. I could never be with someone like you, Dean," she said.
"Kyla," he sniffled.
"Never!" She growled.
She got into the car, slammed the door, and fired up the engine. He stood there with tears streaming down his face, watching her drive away while leaving him with nothing but his broken heart and his guilt over everything he had witnessed and ignored.
"I'm sorry, Kyla," his words sounded hollow. "I'm so fucking sorry for what I did. Please, come back. I love you."
She turned the corner and he knew that was the last time he would ever see her. She would never return or reach out, and he deserved being left with the pain he felt.