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Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 31 - Revenge Part 1
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Language, Death, Crime, non-consensual sex, human trafficking
POV: Taylor
Chapter Overview: Link


About the Story: After the death of their parents, Taylor and Zac went their own way in life. Taylor became a superstar and never thought his chosen profession would bring danger into his life. Blade (Zac) buried the past and lived his life contently in the dark and dirty world as a pimp. Unexpected circumstances bring them together after almost a decade apart. How will they overcome the shadows of the past and move forward?

Authors Notes: Chapter 31 is a Taylor dream / nightmare Chapter and because of it's length we had to post it in two parts. We have talked about this segment since we began posting The Bodyguard. Our ideas didn't fit to the main plot, so we ended up writing some additional dream Chapters instead.
The content of this dream Chapter does not affect the main plot in any way because this is a dream that Taylor is having.

Warnings: The first part of this dream Chapter contains human trafficking and the second part contains rape. We fully understand that not everyone can read, write or even listen about such scenes. So if that's too much, please skip to the next Chapter 32


Special thanks: to itztigress3 for the great help!


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Chapter 31 - Part 1/2

Taylor:

I had a horrible nightmare that night. It was after a concert, Skye and I left the venue together but we lost each other in the tumultuous crowd. I signed autographs until my wrist was hurting, but instead of getting less, the press of people was getting bigger and bigger.




In the end, I couldn't handle them anymore and had no choice but to run away from them. Many girls and young women ran after me, I had to run as fast as I could until I finally got rid of them a few blocks later. I was out on the streets in the dark not knowing where I was and no street signs were in sight. My heart was beating fast and I was sweaty. I ran out of breath but I forced myself not to stop. I couldn't say what it was but something seemed to propel me. The streets through which I was running were lonely and abandoned, only a few street lamps threw obscure shadows and gave off small glimmers of light. In my eyes, the features of my image crumbled into an indefinable blur of colors. They morphed my view into an indefinite clutter. A bizarre clutter of light and shadows...

I didn't know why but I suddenly felt haunted. Haunted by a strange and faceless person. Aimlessly, I ran through dark streets until I found myself in a strange district.

How do I get away from here? Why was not a soul to be seen?

"Taayylorr!"

All of a sudden, I heard a strange voice coming somewhere out of the darkness. I quickly turned around but I couldn't see anybody. Again, the voice resounded through the streets. I couldn't say from which direction it came, because it echoed equally from all directions.

"What do you want from me?" I shouted back. But instead of getting a reply, the voice was getting louder and much closer than before. I panicked and ran with the last of my reserves until I saw a house with an illuminated advertising on its outside. It was the only house at which any lights were; probably why I felt attracted to it.

When I came closer, I saw an open door on the side of it and hurried towards it. The voice out of the darkness was getting louder with every step that I had to cover my ears the last few meters. Once I reached the entrance I saw that there was a shadowy male person standing in the doorframe.

"Hello, would you help me please?" I shouted. Just then, I suddenly recognized that it was Zachary who stood there. Dressed almost completely in black, his hair tied into a ponytail and some dark, impenetrable sunglasses sat on his cold and serious face.


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"Zac!" I exclaimed as I approached him, but he kept a straight face and didn't react. I wanted to ask him what was going on but he did not give me an opportunity. As soon as I stood next to him he pulled me into a dark place and the door shut with a loud bang. The shouting voice from outside became silent in an instant. Before I knew what was happening he pushed me into a hallway and I fell down on the floor.

"My name is Blade, got it?!"

"Zac, what's all this about? What are you doing?"

I wanted to get up but he grabbed me and pulled me roughly on my legs.

"Get in there," He commanded, his tone totally flat.

I wanted to pull away but he grabbed my wrists and gave me no chance to fight back. Silently he ushered me through a long and creepy hallway. We walked into a corridor past rooms that had golden numbers on each door.
From there, we walked into another corridor with several dimly lit rooms, red curtains hung at their entrances. I could hear muffled noises out of those rooms, moaning and sometimes pleading voices from women and men. It scared me.

Timers on chairs in front of every room we passed, quiet ticking noises came from each of them. It seemed that they were for the people who were in those rooms with women and men. I had never seen anything like this before in my life. Until today, I only heard and read about human trafficking from newspapers and newscasts. I knew that human trafficking was the fastest growing criminal enterprise in the world and that it has become the most profitable industry after drug trafficking. It's indescribable what the victims must go through. I couldn't imagine a worse nightmare than that.

"Where are we going? Tell me where are you taking me to!" I shouted, not able to hide the fear in my tone anymore as he ushered me down some dark, creepy stairs.

"Shut the fuck up. Go on. Move your pussy ass!" He barked sternly like I was his slave and shoved me forward downstairs. It was getting darker the deeper we went and I got scared. I had to give him full control over me; otherwise I would have fallen down. Without another word he shoved me into a lounge room.
On the left side sat a few men on two couches and an armchair around a desk. I counted six of them; all of them were between 30 and 50 years old. Two of them were smoking cigars; they smiled as they saw us coming inside and greeted my brother with a nod.

"Quite an impressive catch tonight, isn't it? A cherubic boy out alone, helpless on the dark streets of the city."

As I heard Blade's cold, toneless voice talking to them I felt shivers running down my spine. His voice sounded so different than from the Zac I knew. It was low, cold and indifferent.
I spent every moment wondering what was going on here. I didn’t have to wait too long.

"Here he is, everyone." He announced and shoved me in the middle of the room under the light of the ceiling, apparently so they could have a better look at me. With each showing I could see the precise assessment in the men's gaping eyes making me feel awkward and anxious. One of them even made a wolf-whistle.

"Let go off me Blade!" I demanded seriously. Once again, I tried to free myself from his grip but I was powerless against him. Even though I was about an inch taller than Zac, he grew up with a better build than I did. I've been physically inferior to him since our teenager years.


“Well well, he is a very pretty boy,” said on of the men with a smile and anticipation in his tone.

“Let me go, please,” I begged Zac who responded by reinforcing his grip behind my back. I planned an escape in my mind even though being out on the dark streets surrounded by my creepy visions of my Stalker was a thought that filled me with dread.

“Shut the fuck up Girlie! What do you think happens when a rare piece of jewel like you walks alone through some unsafe district like this at night?"

His outright question sounded more like a sharp rebuke. I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off.

"Now do what you can do best and pose for your potential buyers, they want to have a good view at you.” He barked his command in a peremptory tone. I was caught. Caught by my younger brother who obviously worked in the human trafficking business.

One of the men turned off the overhead light. Now the only light in the room was the desk lamp which acted as a spotlight for my appearance. Through the window across the room I could see the city skyline. I began to feel frightened as the audience began to scrutinize me from head to toe like a horde of hungry vultures. Zac was a tour guide and my body was the destination.

"The entry price for this precious doozy is 200,000 dollars, which is also the sum he offered me; it’s how much I was worth to work for him."

One of the men raised his hand. "I bid 500,000 dollars."


I think I got off at the wrong station!

Did Zachary actually want to sell me to someone? He couldn't do that! Why did no one help me?

"I bid 2 Million. . .” A middle aged man with a full beard leered at me. My stomach churned. Those men that were facing us were actually interested in buying me!


How could someone buy another human...? That's awful. I was standing there looking at them speechless. My own pimp brother actually wanted to sell me.



"I am of the opinion that this pretty glamour boy is definitely worth much more! So from whom do I hear 5 Million?" Blade continued unimpressed, his tone remarkably nonchalant as if he sells human beings on a daily basis.

"That's way too expensive. No one will pay that much for someone." One of the men remarked, shaking his head in disagreement.

"I think you do. You don't get to see someone special and purty like him any day, that's for sure!" Zachary retorted bluntly.

I wanted to throw up. His unscrupulousness seemed to have no limits.
I looked at him, I was shocked at the depths of depravity my younger brother was sinking to.


This couldn't be real. Why didn't I awake of such a cruel nightmare?

"Please Blade... please let me go!" I tried to be polite for a last time.

"I bid 10 Million dollars."

A middle aged man who sat on an armchair in the right corner surprised everyone with his high bid.

"I'm drawing a blank on that one," relented the man next to him resigning. The others all looked disappointed. I swallowed hard and was completely taken aback.


Zachary couldn't really be serious about this, could he? He was my little brother, how could he do this to me?

They continued talking without paying attention on me and I stood there in trance, trying to digest what was happening. The other men stood up, walked past us and out of the room. Once they were gone, Zachary congratulated the highest bidder and let go off me to give him fire for a cigar.

I forced myself to react immediately and used the opportunity to run towards the door and shouted for help. But once I had yanked it open a black barking Rottweiler blocked the exit. He snarled at me and bared his white fangs so threatening that I walked backwards back into the room, unable to say anything.


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"Is Taylor always this dramatic?" The man who still sat on the armchair frowned at Zac.

"Usually he's a well mannered princess, but at times his inner diva comes out." Zac merely shrugged, never losing his cool. As he came over to me I wanted to run away from him. I didn't know what to do. But before I had the time to do anything, he had already grabbed me again.

The man stood up and came closer to take a closer look at me. "I have a preference for beautiful fairies like him." He looked like he was about to drool down his chin beard just by the way he was looking at me.

"Don't blush sweetie, you'll be in good hands." He drawled, unable or unwilling to hide his sexual arousual. I wanted to go home.

I tried to step back but Zachary roughly took my chin in one hand and turned it towards the man. Then he suddenly took a gun out of his belt and held it against my back.

"Smile for your new master Blondie, so that he can see your teeth." He commanded with a rough snarl and didn't let go off my chin.

"You are insane Zac!" I said, taken aback.

"You do what I tell you to do or you'll be shot." He threatened again, this time more loud and forceful.

I forced myself to smile some. It was strained and pretended but apparently it was enough for them.

"Are you happy? He looks even better than on photos and videos, doesn't he?" Zac continued quickly, convincing the man like a professional who desirously nodded his agreement.

When he spoke he looked straight into my eyes, intimidating me at times. If I looked away too long, he'd touch my chin and guide me back into his impenetrable dark shades.

"Yes. He is gorgeous." The man with the short curly hair stroked my cheek tenderly with the back of his hand. "From now on, you're my property, pretty babe." He said in a husky voice and smiled as his other hand stroked over my butt in a sensual manner while he made some obscene compliments about it. I could tell he was fucking me with his eyes.

"My name is Taylor and I'm no one's property!" I hissed through gritted teeth. I wanted to shout at them, I wanted to shout for help but Zac held me so firmly that I was unable to move and I felt his gun pressed into my back.


"Anyways, back to business. You'll get your blonde beauty for 10 Million but only after I test him first." Zac pulled me a bit away from the man and his overeager hands.

He had to do WHAT??? I felt goosebumps running over my skin. Several heartbeats passed.

"That was not the deal!" The man answered. He did not seem to agree with Zac's statement. I was so intimidated by Zac's strange behavior that I just stood there, not wanting to believe what was happening.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn’t even speak, and seeing my eyes widen so much must have made the two of them happy. They were trading me like a piece of meat.

"I always test them before my customers get it. Besides, I have a personal score to settle with this princess." He smirked some at this last sentence.

"For 10 Million greenbacks, I expect my merchandise fresh and unblemished."

"Then go to Disneyland. He is a famous singer who has millions of fans. This fairy princess slut has probably already had sex with a couple dozen groupies anyway."

"I did not! I am not someone like that, you ordinary asshole!" I shouted angrily. How dare he! No matter what I had done to him, I was his brother for Pete's sake! He sold his own flesh and blood without batting an eyelash.

"You only answer when spoken to!"


"All right. One more or less will not make a difference. How long will it take?"

"I will take my time for this precious princess. Let's say an hour. How are you planning to pay for your purchase? I don't accept anything but cash."

"I'll go and get the money. I'll be back in about one and an half hours."

"Good."

"You two are sick!" I screamed. I wanted to spit in their faces but he pulled me away before I had a chance to do it. I've never thought that something like that would happen to me. So far I've been confident and secure in who I was and felt solid in my ability to keep myself safe. Because of that, it was so much harder for me to speak up about it when it actually happened…

"Hey! Get ready rich bitch. Now it's my turn!" Zachary said dominantly and ushered me away from the man who gave me a wink before he left.
That hint of annoyance on his face I had seen earlier was now turning into open resentment.

"Up yours!" I spat, after realizing that no pleas worked with them. Blade wasted no time, he grabbed my wrists and dragged me towards an adjacent room.

"It seems that the blonde curly-haired superstar needs to be get chastised before your buyer can receive you properly." He answered in a superior tone. My gosh, I've never been treated with such utter nonchalance and cold bloodedness.

Fear and desperation made me want to throw up, to disappear, or escape. I tried to squirm away from him and he reinforced his grip. My optimistic instinct tried to convince myself that I could still get away. So I kept moving but without success; pure optimism couldn't help me to win a fight. I couldn't do anything and was forced to follow him defenselessly into a dimly lit bedroom.

I didn’t know what Zachary was planning to do, to be honest I didn’t really want to know it. Here I was getting what I deserved for depriving him of his childhood, his parents.

Because what I've done is all my fault. My fault alone.
To have left a sixteen years old teenager to his own devices...


Who could really say what was justice and what wasn't for what I've done to him?

What I've done...



Disclaimer: Please note that Zac's acting in this Chapter has nothing to do with the real character of Blade / Zac in the main plot and does not affect it in any way because this is a dream Chapter.


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