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Jake tensed up, hearing the guard's words. Although most of it sounded like gibberish to him, he still caught the gist. 'A client? What client? This is my life, this is my home, and this whore stole my body!' the thoughts pierced his head like a bolt from the blue. He tried to break free from the guard's tenacious hands, but his new weak, graceful hands were completely useless against the huge man.
- Hey, quiet down, Magda! - the guard barked, jerking Jake to his feet. - You have enough problems as it is, don't make things worse!
The guard dragged Jake through the dark hallway, and a couple of times the boy thought that this was a dream and that he was about to wake up in his own comfortable bed. But heavy breasts, swinging from side to side with every step, reminded him that all this was real.
- Who brot me here? Dees cliente, he say someting? - Jake asked, trying to find at his brain all the words in English, which now seemed to be a difficult task for him. This words sounded so strange and alien now.
The guard gave him a look of irritation.
- Stop chatting! He even left some fucking note for some reason...
- De note? What ees dees note? Where ees eet? - Jake tried to free himself from the guard's grip, but he was only squeezed harder.
- You think you're the boss here? The note's with Luis. Go to him and find out.
With this words the guard threw Jake forward, causing him to stumble and almost fall to the floor, if not for the help of the nearby wall, which he grabbed with his hands, barely staying on his feet and feeling how his big tits were pressed against the hard surface of the wall.
- ¡Cuidado, idiota! - Jake yelled at the guard, turning around to face him.
But when he looked at the man, all the rage and irritation that had built up in him immediately evaporated. Because the guard looked at him with a wide evil smile on his face, and in his eyes gleamed a cruel predatory fire.
- Did you just call me an idiot, bitch? - the man hissed.
Jake took a step back, instinctively protecting his large breasts with his hands, as if that would help. The man was huge, and his huge muscles were bulging under his black shirt, making him look like a beast, and not a human.
- Hey, you both! What's the fucking problem here? - a loud voice suddenly interrupted their quarrel.
Jake looked around, and his gaze fell on another man in a black leather jacket and jeans. He was not very tall, but had a thick beard and a mustache, and a cigarette was hanging from his mouth.
- Hey, Luis, tell this whore not to run her mouth off. - the guard barked, taking a step towards the man. - I was just bringing her to you, she was passed out.
Louis turned silently and walked forward with a slow, leisurely step, and the guard grabbed Jake by the wrist and dragged him after him.
- You're lucky Louis was here, bitch, - the guard muttered, not letting go of Jake's wrist. - Otherwise I'd show your fucking place, slut.
Jake did not answer, and looked ahead. He did not recognize anything around him, everything seemed alien and unrecognizable, as if he was in a different world, in a strange and distant universe.