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He should deny being a cop, but something kept him from doing it. "No one deserves this."
Trenton narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"
"Who are you? You hunt traffickers?"
Trenton turned his head and used his hands to push the water out of his hair before straightening and reaching for the soap.
"Listen, I can't help you get out of here, but I can make it as easy as possible while you're here."
"Help me escape." Trenton turned to face him, the soap flowing down his body.
Ben closed his eyes, not wanting to enjoy what he saw in front of him, but unable to stop the wave of desire that hit him. "I can't. There is no way out."
"You leave."
"Yes, but that's different." Ben turned as the door to the exam room opened and Doctor Frank walked in. "Hey, Doc., give us a moment. I just need him to dry off and I'll get photos, then he's all yours. Did you get a list of the others you need to see?"
Doctor Frank grinned as he nodded. "I did. I'll save the girls for last."
Ben bit back a curse and he swore he heard a growl come from Trenton who was just turning off the water in the shower. Ben turned and handed him a towel. "Dry off and use that comb for your hair, then I'll get your photos."
Trenton took the towel as he glared at both Ben and the doctor, but he remained silent and did as told. When he stepped out of the bathroom, he stared at the doctor with hate.
"Stand against the blue wall, hands at your sides, look directly at the camera," Ben told him.
Again, Trenton did everything he was told without fighting or arguing. It was rare any of the captives didn't struggle or try to escape. This was the point most realized the true nature of the situation they were in and fear overwhelmed them. Not Trenton. He was calm, watching everything around him, noticing the placement of every item. He seemed to know that showing aggression would get him nowhere. He wanted to know who this man was. If he was a cop, he needed to let his contact know so they could try to do something. That in itself pissed him off because a cop's life was no more important than anyone else's. He couldn't do anything right now. Dr. Frank was watching everything they did.
Once he got the photos he needed, he gestured to the medical table.
"Stay standing. I need to do a full physical." Dr. Frank looked over Trenton's body. "You'll bring a nice price."
Trenton bit his lip, but Ben could imagine exactly what he wanted to say.
Once Trenton stood beside the table, Ben handcuffed his hands behind his back, then attached another chain to the handcuffs that attached to the bottom of the table. "Want me to stay to make sure he doesn't cause problems?" He seldom offered, but Dr. Frank was less likely to abuse a captive if someone else was in the room. He didn't think Frank was into men, but he'd seen a few come out with new bruises or cut lips.
"Nah, he won't be any problem, will ya?" Frank cupped Trenton's balls and squeezed.
Trenton sucked in a breath but remained quiet.
"Well then, I'll just leave you to it and go get the other guy." He turned and left them alone. He needed to figure out who Trenton was. He didn't look like a cop, but that didn't mean he wasn't one. He was old enough. From afar, he looked in his twenties, but closer, Ben bet Trenton was well into his thirties. It wasn't like he could ask. This wasn't the dating game. This was a game of life and death, one that Trenton probably wouldn't survive. That caused Ben's gut to twist. Sometimes he just wanted to wear a bomb into this place and take the whole building down. A quick death for everyone would be better than what they have to face in this place or beyond.
He forced his mind off Trenton and trying to figure out who he was and focused on his job. One slipup and he would fuck everything up. He needed to stay alert and remember he had his own job to do. He couldn't worry about others as he was trying to keep himself alive in this hell hole. They had to be close to taking the whole group down. They knew who was running things here, they were only waiting to try and get the names of those who trafficked them from here and the names of a few more customers since most were well known in Hollywood or political circles.
Unless contacted, he checked in every two weeks. He had another week to go before he was scheduled to update his team about things and find out what any of the others had found out. He prayed someone had found the names of the Canadian and Mexican leaders. Once they had those, then maybe they could shut this place down. They were trading innocent lives for information by not stopping things now. He understood they had to commit the crimes to get the evidence, but how many had to be hurt to get the proof they needed to convict them? Sometimes, he thought it would be easier to just shoot them as they walked in the door seeking Isaac's services.
He nodded to Wade. "Going to grab the other guy. You wanna back me?"
"Sure." Wade groaned as he stood, acting as if just standing up was taxing. Knowing him, he'd drank too much the night before and was feeling the results this morning.
Ben focused on the other new guy. He'd been the one to break down and try to escape. They'd kept him drugged most of the time he'd been here, and Ben hoped the guy could stand and walk to the doctor's office. He didn't doubt for a minute he'd have to spray this one down. He wouldn't be like Trenton and do as he was told.
In fact, few ever did as they were told. It's what made Trenton stand out. He was alert and aware of everything and seemed to know that fighting and resisting would only make things worse. Seeing the guy naked, he was sure Trenton could fight if he wanted, but for some reason, he was patiently waiting for the right time to strike it seemed.
"Time to wake up." Ben nudged the new guy with the toe of his shoe. When he didn't get a response, he kicked him a bit harder in the leg. "I need you to stand."
The guy opened his eyes and groaned.
Ben knew when someone was too drugged to stand, and this guy was close. He was going to have to help him up and out of the cage. Hopefully, he wouldn't need Wade's help to do it. It was safer if Wade just watched the gate and stayed out of the way. "Come on, big guy, let's get you up and moving. You want a shower, don't you?"
