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That got the guy's attention. He stirred a bit more, then pushed up so he was sitting. It was clear his head was still cloudy and his muscles weak, but at least he was moving.
"I'm going to help you stand, then we'll walk out of the cage and across the room. Don't fight me or the other guy will have to help, and he's not as nice as I am." Ben pulled him up by one arm.
The guy resisted for a minute, then seemed to reconsider. "A shower?"
"Yep. You just have to make it across the main room to the doctor's office. You'll shower and get an exam. You got any medical issues we need to know about?"
With a shake of his head, he seemed to focus better and started to walk. He would have fallen over if Ben hadn't guided him, but at least he wasn't fighting. He waved Wade off, figuring he could handle it on his own.
They made it to the exam room door and Ben knocked.
"Come in," Dr. Frank called.
Ben walked in, pushing the new guy in front of him, then stopped as he watched Dr. Frank pull up his pants and ease the zipper up. In front of him, Trenton was sprawled face down against the medical exam table, anger flared in his eyes as he stared back at Ben.
Ben wanted to be sick.
The new guy took one look at Trenton and panicked. "Oh, fuck no. Get me out of here." He turned and tried to get through the door.
Ben grabbed him and tossed him against the wall. "Stay still." He glared at the doctor as he spoke, pissed off that the doctor had so little control. He couldn't look at Trenton as guilt washed over him. He'd been so sure the doctor wasn't into men. He wanted to kill the man with his bare hands, or better yet, release Trenton so he could do it.
"Let me out of here." Tears fell from the new guy's eyes and he clawed at Ben to try and get free.
"Wade, I need backup," Ben called, hating to bring someone else into it but unable to handle the desperate man on his own.
As he struggled with the new guy, his mind never left Trenton. He didn't need to wonder what happened. It had been clear. He'd seen enough rapes over the last few months to know what someone looked like after. Usually, there were tears, but in Trenton's eyes, he'd only seen anger.
Wade rushed in and grabbed the new guy from Ben. He pushed him to the ground and quickly cuffed his hands behind his back. Looking up at Ben from where he had his knee pressed against the new guy's back, he grinned. "Want me to take it from here?"
Ben glanced at Trenton, then back at Wade. "Yeah, I'll get this one back to the cells." His gut ached with guilt at having left Trenton alone with the doctor, which was odd because it was hardly the first time the doctor had raped someone. He'd been pissed off then too, but this one felt more personal because he'd tried to assure Trenton the doc wouldn't do it.
Keeping his professional face in place, he went around and uncuffed Trenton from the exam table but kept his hands cuffed behind his back. He tried to ignore the semen running down his ass cheeks, but his attention kept going back to it.
Fuck, he couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't watch people being raped and sold into slavery. He didn't care if the end game was arresting everyone. There were people getting hurt now. Children being sold. He couldn't look the other way any longer. If his team didn't act now, Ben was done. He couldn't wait for the right moment to come. Couldn't wait for them to just get evidence against one more trafficker or one more senator. This had to stop.
"Go rinse that shit off you." Ben led Trenton to the shower as he glared at the doctor.
Trenton didn't argue and stepped into the shower on his own.
Ben turned the water on, grabbed the spray nozzle, and started to squirt him down. He wanted to take time to use soap and a washcloth to clean him good, but that would blow his cover. He was taking a risk letting him rinse off at all.
"Leave that water going for this one," Wade called.
The new guy openly cried as Wade held him down. "Don't let him rape me."
Wade laughed. "I doubt at his age the doctor can get it up again so soon."
"Fuck off, Wade." Dr. Frank leaned against the counter, watching Ben and Trenton in the shower.
Wanting to get Trenton away from the whole group, he shut off the water, toweled Trenton down just enough so he wasn't dripping, and led him out of the shower, then the room. He slammed the doctor's office door behind them.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think." Ben's voice cracked.
"Yeah, but you knew it was possible." Anger filled Trenton's voice. "Guess you know now he is into men. Don't be so sure he won't be able to get it up again. I'm betting Ian gets the same treatment."
"Fuck," Ben cursed. "Are you injured?"
"I was just fucking raped, what do you think? Will I live? Yeah. I refuse to let some asshole like that take me down, but I swear to God when I get out of here, my team and I are going to destroy this place and everything in it." Trenton shook with anger and probably adrenaline. He wasn't showing signs of breaking down the way most rape victims did right after, but it would come. It always did until it happened enough the person didn't have the emotional energy to care anymore.
