Consanguinity kills the cat

Chapter 9

There was a lot more women in the next room than Emily had expected. They were all gathered, and there had to be more that currently were with clients. Emily eyed every single one of them and noticed quickly that most of them were under 30 years old. Then there was the kids. Some hadn't even turned ten yet, both girls and boys. There was a person for every kind of pervert. No matter how much she wanted to, it would be hard protecting all the children. Person after person got to leave the room to go meet with a client. The newest ones, Emily was one of them, never got a job. Soon she found out that she wasn't meant to either. Apparently they needed to introduce the newest prostitutes to their clients. The fat guy explained it to them and even though Emily was only half-listening she knew that they were supposed to go in to a room filled with clients while a man read a piece of paper that described them perfectly. Of course these clients didn't think it was enough to read for themselves. No they needed to see them move. Elena was first out.

"First out we have Candy." Emily rolled her eyes at the stripper's name and hoped to God that she wouldn't get one herself. "Candy is 23 years old and has travelled all the way from Spain." They said it as if she had jumped on an airplane by herself and flown to Dubai for the purpose of prostitution. Well, she hadn't. "Candy likes it rough and is the perfect submissive partner."

Emily could hear the men shouting as 'Candy' left the stage. Then Elin was up.

"Meet Elin Tranberg." No stripper name. That was good for Emily. "She's a 20 years old kindergarten teacher from Sweden. With this Scandinavian beauty you can expect a lot of passion."

Emily wasn't really sure what she was supposed to do out there when Elin got back and she was next in line. She sure as hell wasn't going to sway her hips for them. Never!

"Our next girl is a real FBI agent from the United States of America, agent Emily Prentiss." She wasn't given an alternative name. "She is 31 years old..." No, she wasn't. She couldn't have been more humiliated out there in front of all those hungry eyes. They looked at her with hunger even if the only thing she did was leaning against the pole everyone expected her to dance with. "...and is quite wild in the sac. She isn't afraid to fight back and stubbornness is one of her traits so if you are up for a challenge she is the girl for you." The men shouted for her as she exited the stage, arms tight to her chest. The fat man looked somewhat dissatisfied with her performance, but that only made Emily want to fight harder.

"Next up is Anya Obarchove, straight from Russia. Miss Anya is a 15 year-old virgin..." A lot of shouting with joy followed that statement. "...and therefore very inexperienced. She has to be taught a lot and my guess is that this horny girl wouldn't mind."

Fuck. Taking a girl's virginity would be like winning the lottery to every guy out there. They would fight to be the one taking it. There was no way Emily would be able to take the girl's place. How on earth could she keep the girl from getting hurt? Emily felt bile rising in her throat when thinking about some old man taking this girl's innocence.

"And our last girl is also from Russia, miss Ruslana." She didn't get a last name? On the other hand, neither did Candy. "Ruslana is 26 years old and loves being tied up. Her favorite sex toys include handcuffs, whip and anal plug. This lovely girl prefers more then one guy and gives an amazing blowjob."

Never ever would Emily put anything in her mouth. She'd rather die.

When Ruslana came back they had to wait. Emily wasn't sure how long they had been waiting when a muscular guy entered the room and pointed at Ruslana.

"Your client is waiting in room 4."

Ruslana grinned widely and looked to the other girls.

"Wish me luck."

Emily couldn't help letting her jaw drop at those words. Why did she look so happy doing this? She knew they'd taken some cocaine; she had learned how to recognize the red nose and dilated pupils a long time ago. That was how they pulled through all this, but just because they'd taken some drugs they didn't need to be happy to...

"Agent, you're up! Your client's waiting for you in room 8."

Emily didn't move. It was only her and Anya left in the room and Emily knew that if she left now, the little girl's life would be ruined. That's why she didn't move; she couldn't move. She just stared at Muscular with a pretty challenging look that told him that she wouldn't leave.

"Don't make me force you to go." the man sighed angrily.

"You can't force me to do anything." Emily hissed and before she had time to react, he grabbed her wrists hard.

She tried to pull back, but when she realized that he was stronger than her she kicked him hard in the shin and he finally let go. Emily started to go back to where she'd first been standing when the muscular guy put his arm around her neck.

"I know you're all about fighting, but this act is getting a little tiring. Please behave, alright sweetheart?"

His voice made her whole skin crawl and she didn't want to answer that. Sure she could behave if she was in any other situation. In fact, Emily was pretty good at it and it had been a long time since she got herself into something her mom didn't want her in. If she would behave here, she would be stuck in this hellhole forever. As an answer she swung her head backwards, smiling when she heard the crack of his nose.

"You little whore!" he said through gritted teeth while holding one hand on his broken nose.

Emily chuckled, mostly to purposely piss the man off, and went back to where fatty and Anya were supposed to stand. Both of them were gone. Her heart stopped for a moment and she stood frozen in her tracks. She had failed.

This time she didn't really fight back when Muscular grabbed her and led her out the door towards room 8, all the while muttering something under his breath. Even if she couldn't really hear she knew that it had something to do with her being a 'useless whore'.

Stopping in front of a red door with a red light next to it, she didn't have time to prepare herself before Muscular opened the door and pushed her inside.

The guy inside looked to be in his late thirties and he was wearing nothing but a pair of underpants. He smiled widely at her as the door closed behind her.

"Finally, you're alone here with me." he said and approached her.

He started touching her hair, pulling it behind her ear, and moving his hand over her body. Emily just stared at him. "Are you gonna arrest me?" He asked, teasingly while pulling one of her straps down, exposing her entire left shoulder. He then bent down to kiss it, but was stopped when Emily kneed him in his groin.

"Son of a..." He doubled over, hissing in pain. "They did say you were a hand full." He got up again and stalked towards her, grabbing her neck and pushing her to the bed. With his death-grip around her neck she still managed to get him off of her by scratching his arms, feeling his skin gather under her nails. When he was down there was nothing to keep her from delivering one blow to the back of his head and then elbowing him in his back. The man was down and the only sounds coming from him were whimpers until she punched him one last time, knocking him out cold.

Emily took a moment to contemplate what to do next, but decided for the ropes. Better to tie him up so he couldn't touch her and then pretend that they were actually doing something... Useful? That would probably have worked if it wasn't for the camera with a blinking red light that so obviously recorded everything they did. So it wasn't that surprising when two men barged into the room about two minutes later, grabbing one arm each and forcing her back out of the room.

"You just cost us a major client!" one of them barked angrily. "You're going to the cell and then we're gonna teach you a lesson."

Emily didn't exactly listen to what they were saying. She knew that she would be going to 'the cell', but that didn't sound worse then what she would've been doing if she hadn't fought back. Though, the man had it coming. Her description even said that she was a fighter and she would be able to keep it up for a very long time; she wasn't even tired yet. Or so she thought. She hadn't been in the cell yet.

Evan didn't feel that bad anymore when they touched ground in New York city. Perhaps it was for the fact that her team was working on bringing her back or because he'd managed to run away. They would never guess that he would go back to the states which was part of his plan. He had to be unpredictable if he didn't want anyone to hunt him down and beat the shit out of him. Morgan would do that for sure. Evan wouldn't be able to walk anymore if Morgan had it his way. No, Evan couldn't have stayed in Moscow; they would have found him easily. In the states he was safe. He'd always dreamed of living there with his sister, but he'd never really done it out of laziness. He was an american citizen just like Emily so he would be able to rent an apartment and get a job in New York if he wanted to. Or maybe he should move to Chicago or Boston. It would be stupid to stay in the city where he first flown to. He really wasn't sure what to do, but he was just happy that he'd made it out in one piece. Everything would be fine now. For him, not Emily. Emily was not fine until her team found her, but they would. He was sure of it!

Evan sighed as he slung his backpack on his shoulder and waited for his turn to get of the plane. The line moved slowly forward and Evan Prentiss had never been a patient person. It usually didn't take this long to get off a plane, but they always opened two doors when the plane was that big. Just his luck that this would happen when he was feeling a bit stressed out and was in a hurry.

Evan tried to stretch to see how many was before him and to his delight it was only a few left. And then when he got out he wouldn't have to find his suitcase since he only had the backpack with him. He would immediately take a cab to somewhere, he wasn't really sure where to go yet, and leave everything behind.

He couldn't hide his smile when he finally could lay eyes on the exit. That happiness was short-lived when a male and a female officer blocked the way to the exit. 'Act cool, act cool' he tried telling himself. This just had to be a coincident; it had to be. It wasn't.

"Evan Prentiss?" The male officer asked.

"I think you have me confused with someone else." Evan tried, already feeling his shirt and forehead getting soaked with sweat.

"You need to come with us to the station, sir." The female said as she retrieved a pair of handcuffs from her belt.

"Is this really necessary?" Evan asked, but instead of answering she pulled his backpack off his shoulders and put the handcuffs on behind his back.

Fuck. This was not good at all. Obviously they were better than he'd first thought if they managed to trace him back to New York before he even landed. Evan had never been this scared before in his life. Someone would definitely end up killing him for giving Emily away like she was some kind of object. To Evan's defense, he did try to buy her back and when that didn't work he called for backup so who were they to be angry with him, right?

A/N Look at this! A much faster update!

I would like to start with thanking every single one of you who nominated me for Best New Author in 2012 Profiler's Choice Award! I really, really appreciate it and couldn't be happier right now! So thank you:)

And here you have the next chapter!

Chapter 9

There was a lot more women in the next room than Emily had expected. They were all gathered, and there had to be more that currently were with clients. Emily eyed every single one of them and noticed quickly that most of them were under 30 years old. Then there were the kids. Some hadn't even turned ten yet, both girls and boys. There was a person for every kind of pervert. No matter how much she wanted to, it would be hard protecting all the children. Person after person got to leave the room to go meet with a client. The newest ones, Emily was one of them, never got a job. Soon she found out that she wasn't meant to either. Apparently they needed to introduce the newest prostitutes to their clients. The fat guy explained it to them and though, Emily was only half-listening she knew that they were supposed to go in to a room filled with clients while a man read a piece of paper that described them perfectly. Of course these clients didn't think it was enough to read for themselves. No they needed to see them move. Elena was first out.

"First out we have Candy." Emily rolled her eyes at the stripper's name and hoped to God that she wouldn't get one herself. "Candy is 23 years old and has travelled all the way from Spain." They said it as if she had jumped on an airplane by herself and flown to Dubai for the purpose of prostitution. Well, she hadn't. "Candy likes it rough and is the perfect submissive partner."

Emily could here the men shouting as 'Candy' left the stage. Then Elin was up.

"Meet Elin Tranberg." No stripper name. That looked good for Emily. "She's a 20 years old kindergarten teacher from Sweden. With this Scandinavian beauty you can expect a lot of passion."

Emily wasn't really sure what she was supposed to do out there when Elin got back and she was next in line. She sure as hell wasn't going to sway her hips for them. Never!

"Our next girl is a real FBI agent from the United States of America, agent Emily Prentiss." She wasn't given an alternative name. "She is 31 years old..." No, she wasn't. She couldn't have been more humiliated out there in front of all those hungry eyes. They looked at her with hunger even if the only thing she did was leaning against the pole everyone expected her to dance with. "...and is quite wild in the sac. She isn't afraid to fight back and stubbornness is one of her traits so if you are up for a challenge she is the girl for you." The men shouted for her as she exited the stage, arms tight to her chest. The fat man looked somewhat dissatisfied with her performance, but that only made Emily want to fight harder.

"Next up is Anya Obarchove, straight from Russia. Miss Anya is a 15 year-old virgin..." A lot of shouting with joy followed that statement. "...and therefore very inexperienced. She has to be taught a lot and my guess is that this horny girl wouldn't mind." Fuck. Taking a girl's virginity would be like winning the lottery to every guy out there. They would fight to be the one taking it. There was no way Emily would be able to take the girl's place. How on earth could she keep the girl from getting hurt? Emily felt bile rising in her throat when thinking about some old man taking this girl's innocence.

"And our last girl is also from Russia, miss Ruslana." She didn't get a last name? On the other hand, neither did Candy. "Ruslana is 26 years old and loves being tied up. Her favorite sex toys include handcuffs, whip and anal plug. This lovely girl prefers more then one guy and gives an amazing blowjob."

Never ever would Emily put anything in her mouth. She'd rather die.

When Ruslana came back they had to wait. Emily wasn't sure how long they had been waiting when a muscular guy entered the room and pointed at Ruslana.

"Your client is waiting in room 4."

Ruslana grinned widely and looked to the other girls.

"Wish me luck."

Emily couldn't help letting her jaw drop at those words. Why did she look so happy doing this? She knew they'd taken some kokain; it was a long time ago that she learned how to recognize the red nose and dilated pupils. That was how they pulled through all this, but just because they'd taken some drugs they didn't need to be happy to...

"Agent, you're up! Your client's waiting for you in room 8."

Emily didn't move. It was only her and Anya left in the room and Emily knew that if she left now, the little girl's life would be ruined. That's why she didn't move; she couldn't move. She just stared at Muscular with a pretty challenging look that told him that she wouldn't leave.

"Don't make me force you to go." the man sighed angrily.

"You can't force me to do anything." Emily hissed and before she had time to react, he grabbed her wrists hard.

She tried to pull back, but when she realized that he was stronger than her she kicked him hard in the shin and he finally let go. Emily started to go back to where she'd first been standing when the muscular guy put his arm around her neck.

"I know you're all about fighting, but this act is getting a little tiring. Please behave, alright sweetheart?"

His voice made her whole skin crawl and she didn't want to answer that. Sure she could behave if she was in any other situation. In fact, Emily was pretty good at it and it had been a long time since she got herself into something her mom didn't want her in. If she would behave here, she would be stuck in this hellhole forever. As an answer she swung her head backwards, smiling when she heard the crack of his nose.

"You little whore!" he said through gritted teeth while holding one hand on his broken nose.

Emily chuckled, mostly to purposely piss the man off, and went back to where fatty and Anya were supposed to stand. Both of them were gone. Her heart stopped for a moment and she stood frozen in her tracks. She had failed.

This time she didn't really fight back when Muscular grabbed her and led her out the door towards room 8, all the while muttering something under his breath. Even if she couldn't really here she knew that it had something to do with her being a 'useless whore'.

Stopping in front of a red door with a red light next to it, she didn't have time to prepare herself before Muscular opened the door and pushed her inside.

The guy inside looked to be in his late thirties and he was wearing nothing but a pair of underpants. He smiled widely at her as the door closed behind her.

"Finally, you're alone here with me." he said and approached her. He started touching her hair, pulling it behind her ear, and moving his hand over her body. Emily just stared at him. "Are you gonna arrest me?" He asked, teasingly while pulling one of her straps down, exposing her entire left shoulder. He then bent down to kiss it, but was stopped when Emily kneed him in his groin.

"Son of a..." He doubled over, hissing in pain. "They did say you were a hand full." He got up again and stalked towards her, grabbing her neck and pushing her to the bed. With his death-grip around her neck she still managed to get him off of her by scratching his arms, feeling his skin gather under her nails. When he was down there was nothing to keep her from delivering one blow to the back of his head and then elbowing him in his back. The man was down and the only sounds coming from him were whimpers until she punched him one last time, knocking him out cold.

Emily took a moment to contemplate what to do next, but decided for the ropes. Better to tie him up so he couldn't touch her and then pretend that they were actually doing something... Useful? That would probably have worked if it wasn't for the camera with a blinking red light that so obviously recorded everything they did. So it wasn't that surprising when two men barged into the room about two minutes later, grabbing one arm each and forcing her back out of the room.

"You just cost us a major client!" one of them barked angrily. "You're going to the cell and then we're gonna teach you a lesson."

Emily didn't exactly listen to what they were saying. She knew that she would be going to 'the cell', but that didn't sound worse then what she would've been doing if she hadn't fought back. Though, the man had it coming. Her description even said that she was a fighter and she would be able to keep it up for a very long time; she wasn't even tired yet. Or so she thought. She hadn't been in the cell yet.

Evan didn't feel that bad anymore when they touched ground in New York city. Perhaps it was for the fact that her team was working on bringing her back or because he'd managed to run away. They would never guess that he would go back to the states which was part of his plan. He had to be unpredictable if he didn't want anyone to hunt him down and beat the shit out of him. Morgan would do that for sure. Evan wouldn't be able to walk anymore if Morgan had it his way. No, Evan couldn't have stayed in Moscow; they would have found him easily. In the states he was safe. He'd always dreamed of living there with his sister, but he'd never really done it out of laziness. He was an american citizen just like Emily so he would be able to rent an apartment and get a job in New York if he wanted to. Or maybe he should move to Chicago or Boston. It would be stupid to stay in the city where he first flown to. He really wasn't sure what to do, but he was just happy that he'd made it out in one piece. Everything would be fine now. For him, not Emily. Emily was not fine until her team found her, but they would. He was sure of it!

Evan sighed as he slung his backpack on his shoulder and waited for his turn to get of the plane. The line moved slowly forward and Evan Prentiss had never been a patient person. It usually didn't take this long to get off a plane, but they always opened two doors when the plane was that big. Just his luck that this would happen when he was feeling a bit stressed out and was in a hurry.

Evan tried to stretch to see how many was before him and to his delight it was only a few left. And then when he got out he wouldn't have to find his suitcase since he only had the backpack with him. He would immediately take a cab to somewhere, he wasn't really sure where to go yet, and leave everything behind.

He couldn't hide his smile when he finally could lay eyes on the exit. That happiness was short-lived when a male and a female officer blocked the way to the exit. 'Act cool, act cool' he tried telling himself. This just had to be a coincident; it had to be. It wasn't.

"Evan Prentiss?" The male officer asked.

"I think you have me confused with someone else." Evan tried, already feeling his shirt and forehead getting soaked with sweat.

"You need to come with us to the station, sir." The female said as she retrieved a pair of handcuffs from her belt.

"Is this really necessary?" Evan asked, but instead of answering she pulled his backpack off his shoulders and put the handcuffs on behind his back.

Fuck. This was not good at all. Obviously they were better than he'd first thought if they managed to trace him back to New York before he even landed. Evan had never been this scared before in his life. Someone would definitely end up killing him for giving Emily away like she was some kind of object. To Evan's defense, he did try to buy her back and when that didn't work he called for backup so who were they to be angry with him, right?


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