I jolt awake, the others cheering wildly as we fly over a bump and crash down on the sand, continuing to speed forward. Sitting up, I find Leon and Shushi in the front seats, one of the women sitting on Shushi's lap and the other standing on the center console, half her body sticking out of the top of the truck.
Callum, wary as it sits beside me, well, more of squeezing himself against the doorframe opposite to me, notices me awake and relaxes slightly. "You're finally awake." The others don't hear us talking through their commotion, I hardly hear us talking through their commotion. "Should be about another day or two until we arrive."
"Cool, thanks," I grumble, head already pounding from the erratic behaviours.
"Over there!" Shushi shouts, gesturing off to the distance with his piercing voice. We follow his arm and find a four-seater car speeding past the horizon; Leon kicks the gas and we blast towards them, their voices like wild coyotes as we close in on our prey. They don't take long to notice us and continue driving onward, panicking as they're already going full speed but are still not as fast as us.
When we're finally within range, I can spot their next victims, a small family it seems, a mom, dad, and teenager. All skinny beyond belief, all clearly terrified for their lives despite their bodies being completely covered.
We clothesline them, their vehicle having no effect on the reinforced truck other than a jolt.
We climb out, the world spinning as they rush wildly to the car, I circle around, finding the vehicle had been folded in half, the parents dead, the teenager, a son, clambering out of the car, legs hanging on by the skin, clothing set aflame, and face caved in.
He mewls, reaching out for Leon as he towers above the boy, face planting immediately into the hot, unforgiving sand. They chant and cheer as they scavenge, Callum and I standing back; him having no reason to participate as the engine and motor are completely destroyed, and I counting down the seconds until this ticking time bomb is supposed to detonate.
But these psychos are experienced, within seconds they tear the fabric off these peoples' bodies, admire their naked form like aroused monkeys, toss fuel, food, and water into the truck, and we're back off again, path set for Snowfall of Explosives.
"Did you see her hole? It was fucking massive!" Leon shouts, gripping the steering wheel with tensed muscles.
A moment later, I'm shown why.
The truck swivels from side to side and behind us, a beam of smoke reaches up towards the clouds, chunks of metal and flesh firing in every direction.
And Leon navigates it all with ease.
By the time the deadly ringing subsides, they've resumed cheering as they blast over hills of sand and do donuts around massive craters. Callum is holding on for dear life, apparently not built for these sorts of antics.
Some part of me is glad that Antonio isn't here, he chose to stick behind, keep an eye on the locals and production and gather information from within, and 'not risk his life for some possibility of information and connections,' preferring to stick where there is the most predictability and lowest level of risk. Pitiful. He's certainly fallen from his peak, but I? No, I'll continue to push myself and strive for more.
There are millions of lives on the line for fucks sakes.
Doesn't help that he told me that I might as well just go ahead and kill myself with this plan, because that's what will end up happening. Asshole. I knew he was never actually a nice person, never going to be capable of being kind and empathetic—competitent. I bet he's just jealous. Yeah. Jealous that my plan of action is actually working; jealous that I can both save people while still ensuring our mission isn't negatively affected; jealous that I can say the right words at the right times to ensure things go our way.
I don't need him.
I bet if I was alone in this entire mission, I would already be done, gathered more information than required, drugs destroyed, production destroyed, clients and distributors taken into custody, and targets eliminated. But no, instead, he wants to take the long route, and look at me, building a connection and taking a route so long that I'm meeting up with our fucking suppliers.
"Yo, Jik!" Someone calls out to me above the noise, Leon. "So hot how you spoke up during that meeting yesterday. No chick has ever done that!"
"Yeah, I was honestly shocked!" Shushi adds, voice like tinnitus.
Leon continues, yelling as he stares at me, back to the road yet still barreling through miniature tornadoes of sand of ease. "You should talk more often during meetings honestly, I don't think I've ever heard your voice for that long before!" So that's why they're not suspicious by a different voice, the women just don't speak.
Why is that?
It's obvious that the guys like it, so why do they remain silent?
Shushi adds, "And with how you're so comfortable revealing your face? I bet you'd just love to get throat fucked!"
What?
"Oh yeah, is Dima finally sharing you? Because I wouldn't mind having Callum drive while I hit that."
"I bet you cry so loud when getting your hair pulled."
"I'd love to see your face all red and swollen."
"I could expand your holes with ease."
I can see their dicks growing beneath their clothes. I don't blink, I can't blink, the thick air is trapped in my lungs. The women don't chime in. They don't acknowledge the situation. In the corner of my eye, Callum is ogling my chest, hands resting on his hardening cock.
"How about you start undressing now, get yourself warmed up for the client."
"He does prefer easy insertion. Best for us to prepare you."
The truck begins to slow, so does the wind, and their movements as they reach for my thighs, or perhaps it's just the world.
A hand reaches further, fingers caressing the lips that cover my lower region.
"They're not as fat as before, has Dima not been feeding you properly?"
"It's alright, I can whip my dick out right now for you, make sure our client gets some meat that is prepared."
I don't move, I can't move. The world is blurry, as eyes are on me, faces blank yet lustful, I'm surrounded in a world of orange.
"I don't hear her saying anything, perhaps we need to fuck her throat back open."
"Come on, just take the headscarf off, let us dick down your face."
"I bet she's begging for it."
"Must be if she was so willing to speak and show her skin."
The caressing doesn't stop, even after the truck had slowed to a halt. Hands fall on me, hard as they grip my body.
Everything is numb.
"She's soaking."
"Stop." The movements halt and when I open my eyes, Leon is on top of me, Shushi's hands grasping my pussy. "Dima prepared me just fine, thank you, and I'm sure he will not be happy to find out you two had doubted him so harshly."
They rush to climb off of me, practically flying back into their seats, knocking over the women so quickly that their heads bash into the glass and metal of the truck.
"That's right, Dima would've told us to if we needed to," Shushi mumbles quietly.
Leon scoffs, "Just make sure you're ready for the client, we can't risk losing them just because you were too hard to fuck." He grabs the wrist of one of the women, pulling her onto him, she begins grinding without a word, moaning softly in his ear as he begins driving again. "Cynth, make daddy happy."
Shushi does the same, and in the corner of my eye, Callum is avoiding all eye contact as his entire body is turned uncomfortably towards the window.
So that's why the women stay silent.
They spot another group speeding through the desert, kicking the colourful sand into the wind. I stay inside the truck this time while they forcibly undress one of the men and send them running naked through the desert, laughing as they throw rocks or shoot arrows at them with a crossbow. They stow the clothing in the back, clambering joyously back inside and occasionally shoot scrutinizing comments at me about how I always bring down the mood. But I tune them out, disinterested in whatever bullshit they have to say.
Do they really maintain their clientele through prostitution? What will happen if I tell Quinn 'no?' Perhaps it would've been better if I had told Antonio to come alone. Maybe if I'd even stayed home and let them handle everything, search the space with Antonio while the other leaders were away.
This is all my fault; I should've listened to him.
And now we're speeding towards my inevitable rape.
I can't take this again. I refuse to. If that pig even makes as little as a move on me, I'll kill him. I'll gut him, burn his flesh, and turn his heart into a purse that will hold his eyeballs and micropenis.
I'm not going through this shit again. Antonio doesn't even know what Hibernation has done to me.
Once this mission is nearing its end, I'm killing every last one of these perverts, until this nation is painted red, no yellow or orange for as far as the eye can see.
I will make these psychos suffer.