| ☠ | Ricky's POV | ☠ |

The windows of the car I was thrown in were pitch black. I couldn't tell where we were or what time of day it was, which added to my nerves. This was all eerily reminding me of my slavery days. When you're sold to a new owner, they throw you in a blacked out car and drive you to your new home with your body bound.

This was no different. Our handlers made it look good when we left the club, but once the car pulled out of the parking lot, they got rough. They drove down the road to a field and pulled us out. First I was forced to take off everything except my jeans. Then one grabbed me by my hair and pushed me down, using a rope to tie my hands. I didn't struggle but he still felt a need to be an asshole and show me who was boss.

A new collar was tightened around my neck. This one was different from the one I wore at Voodoo. That one had an open loop, nothing special. This collar, however, has a lock on it. It's an ownership collar. Does Chris even realize what he got me into? I know he doesn't closely manage his whorehouses, making me believe whomever does has taken full control. This is just fucking great. I'm going back into slavery, whether Chris or anyone else realizes it or not.

Finally, a panel gag was thrown over my mouth and I was tossed in the back of an SUV. The others received similar treatment and were put in the same backseat as me. We sat in a crammed space, under a forced silence for the long drive. Who knows how long it was. We had no sense of time whatsoever.

The others let themselves fall asleep, but Matt and I knew better. He had come off the human trafficking rings just as I did. We knew what this was, and fell straight into our old habits. Good slaves don't sleep unless they're told they can. Eventually, when we did reach the location, the others were hit awake because they fell asleep.

They pulled us outside. We were in the middle of nowhere! There were rows of corn around us! However, in the middle of nothing, was an older looking building. It was built with a colonial style to it. The handlers brought us inside and lined us up in the building's entry way. We were told to not move while they went upstairs.

I kept my eye line forward as I'm supposed to. I heard footsteps coming back down but didn't look. My chest tightened when the men came into view. One I didn't recognize, but the other I couldn't forget. It was the man that attacked me in the club. He was the reason I had broken ribs and a concussion! I'm not going to forget that!

He smirked as he examined me with his eyes. "What do we have here?"

The man reached forward to touch me, but his companion yelled at him. "TJ, wait at least five fuckin' minutes before you start fucking with the newbies."

TJ, I knew that name. Devin had mentioned him being a past employee of the club and he himself said he was one. He had his contract terminated for doing drugs. Why would Chris rehire him? AND give him a management position? This isn't adding up.

My eyes filled with hatred. With a bound mouth, that was the only way I could send a message to the bastard. I wanted him to know that I hadn't forgotten what he did. TJ just chuckled as he looked at me in the way a wild animal looks at it's prey.

"Welcome to the plantation." His friend smiled like the Devil. "The two men whom brought you here, that's Thrasher and Ice Cold Ortiz. They will not hesitate to kick your ass if you get out of line. This is TJ, and I'm Craig. However you don't need to remember our names, because rule one; you are to address handlers and customers as Sir, and I as Master. After all, I am the Master of the house. TJ, give them the rest of the rules."

"Second rule, don't you dare look us in the eye. Your eye line should always be straight forward unless told otherwise. Third rule; composure. I don't care if you're bleeding to death, you keep your fucking calm. Fourth rule; you don't do anything without our permission, and I mean anything. Remember that, and you'll be golden. Disobey and you'll be in a world of hurt." He explained.

"Remember, you're all bound by contract to listen to us." Craig said. "Incase you haven't come to realize this by now, this is a whorehouse, and you're the whores. You'll be sleeping in the same room you service your clients. You've got clothes in your room. Get changed once you're showed to your room, because you start work as of this moment."

Ortiz pulled Bret forward by his collar, getting him to follow. The rest of us were expected to do the same. Thrasher and TJ followed up the end of the line to help keep us in line. Craig leaned on the end of the staircase and watched us as we went up. He was a fucking pig.

We began to get pushed into rooms, one by one. I was shoved into a small room with a queen bed, closet, and vanity. The walls were covered in a dark red patterned wallpaper, and the bed had a grey comforter on it. TJ followed me in and shut the door. He grabbed my body and threw me over the edge of the bed so I was leaned over it.

I gasped for fresh air as he pulled the gag off my mouth. He untied my hands, then threw me to the ground before walking out. Gee, what a gentleman. I shivered in the cold room. Glancing out the window, I saw the stars sparkling. They reminded me of Devin's eyes. Then I brought myself back to reality and realized where I was... This is my new home.