PRIMAL Fury (The PRIMAL Series) Read Free

few who didn’t.
    “I know most of you are very scared. You don’t understand what is happening.” She paused for Karla to translate. “My name is Aurelia, and if you follow my instructions and do as you are told things here will not be so bad. These men will not harm you. You will be taken from here to another place where you will be given to other men. If you listen to me and learn, then these men will also treat you well. They will lavish you with gifts and you will live like princesses. If you try to escape, you will die. It is that simple. Now we will eat breakfast and then we will start with your lessons.”
    She led them out of the dormitory and across to the manor, where the girls would be fed and trained. They glanced at the high stone wall that surrounded the estate and at the heavily armed guards patrolling the grounds.
    As they filed in through the door to the dining hall, Aurelia pulled Karla to one side. “Your sister will live,” she whispered, “but she won’t be coming with you. I will look after her but you need to focus on yourself now.”
    Karla nodded and followed the other girls to the line for food. Tears welled in her eyes as she picked up a bowl of watery gruel and took her place on the long wooden table. They ate in silence.

CHAPTER 2

    THE MANOR, SOMOGY COUNTY, HUNGARY
    Over the next week, Aurelia prepared the girls for their new lives. She taught them how to apply makeup and how to dress, walk, and entertain powerful men. She provided them with a wealth of advice, all of the tricks she had learned in her days as a professional dancer, including pieces of information that would help make their life in sexual slavery a little more bearable.
    “Are they ready?” the thickly bearded Gusztáv asked. He was responsible for ensuring the girls were prepared before they were shipped off to the crime syndicate’s headquarters for auction. He regularly summoned Aurelia to his rooms to update him, and occasionally for her to service his more personal needs.
    Aurelia was dressing in the corner of his bedroom. “Are they ever ready? What woman could ever be ready for this?”
    Gusztáv lay sprawled on his bed, naked except for a pair of shorts. His muscular frame was covered in tattoos; dragons and other mythical creatures wound their way around his arms and over his shoulders onto his hairy chest. “Deep down inside, every woman is a whore. These girls were born ready; you just polish them up a little—and we are smart enough to make money from it.”
    Aurelia watched him with barely concealed hatred as he hunted in the drawer of an antique bedside table for a cigar. The bruises on her neck would be visible for days. She took her only solace in knowing that as long as he found pleasure in abusing her, the girls would be less likely to feel his rage. She might not be able to protect them once they left the manor, but at least here they were safe.
    “Their photos are done.” She took a USB drive from her handbag and threw it onto the bed.
    “Good, we can ship them off early. Maybe András will give me a bonus.” He found a cigar and fumbled on his side table for a cutter.
    “What about Kalista? What will happen to her?” She walked across to the table on the other side of the bed and picked up the cigar cutter.
    “Kalista? Who the fuck is Kalista?” He snatched the implement from her hands and snipped the end of his cigar.
    She handed him a lighter from the same table. “The girl who was injured.”
    “Oh yes, dog-food girl.” He lit the cigar and puffed a foul-smelling cloud of smoke into the room. “If she lives, I will sell her. If she dies, then the dogs can finish what they started.”
    Aurelia’s eyes fell on the handgun that occupied the same table as the cigar cutter and the lighter. How easy it would be to take it and shoot this devil dead in his bed.
    She sat down on the bed. “Where do the girls go from here?”
    He took the cigar from his mouth and gave her a look.