Her voice was calmer now, and a bit louder. After she'd hung up, she'd taken the puppies for a walk which meant she had a bit more privacy. "Yes, sorry.." there was the sound of a bit of a struggle, but at least she was completely audible. "If I had his number I would have called him. I told you, he's a ghost on the system. I only know his name because she mentions it. Your best bet is the password." Not a great thing to hear, now was it." You could almost hear the thoughts churning in her head as she tried to think about every conversation she'd overheard or incident.<br/><br/>"Oh! Tell the password to the guy who sits outside. Don't go in without giving the password to him. I'd completely forgotten. He's the maÃ®tre'd and bouncer all rolled into one, so to speak. The place houses an underground nightclub. You don't get in without his say so. Anything else I can do though? Is she at least there? Any sign?"<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Speaking of whom, the one of whom they were speaking was still sitting on the bed. She'd taken another blow to the head when she'd try to barter her way free. She hadn't expected to be let go, but neither had she expected another conk to the head. Luckily, she hadn't passed out this time. Keeping her focus she glared at her gaoler with all the hate she held for this entire operation.<br/><br/>"You're one of the white slavers, aren't you?" She was being more than a bit bold with her questioning, after a police woman would not have mentioned she knew anything, but on the streets, word travels fast. If she was truly a street kid or at least one of the neighborhood, she would have known about them. It was why the streets were so silent.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800080">"It's your tough luck, girlie..." </span><br/><br/>He leaned forward, and again Celeste had to fight back the nausea. He had the foulest breath she could possibly have imagined. She tried to pull away from him, but he grabbed her face and jerked her chin around and she prayed to God she never saw his face.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800080">"Come here..." </span>And with that he jerked her face forward, grinding his lips against her mouth in the most obscene way possible, his tongue forcing his way past her teeth until she jerked and bit down as hard as she could on his tongue. Throwing her back against the bed, he yelped loud enough to disturb a few more of the house guest.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800080">"You bit me?!? You fuckin' cunt! I'm going to fuck you, and then I'm going to kill you for that! Your own father won't recognize you when I'm  done with you! The bossman won't even need to know you're gone."</span>