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It’s only a matter of time before Victor shoots him.
I sighed heavily.
Peter stepped closer. His hands curled into fists. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Do you need me to take you to Dr Belford?”
An almost hysterical giggle escaped. “You’re asking me if I’m okay? A slave who’s been terrorised for over five years is asking the new girl who’s only had to endure a single day if she’s okay?” Fresh tears stung, spearing into my eyes far too fast to stop them. “Paavak—”
“Don’t use my true name. Not here. I don’t even know why I told you.”
“You told me because you wanted a friend.”
“I have friends.”
“You could have another.”
His shoulders swooped back. The gold collar on his throat glinted in the sun streaming through the windows. “Fine. If you’re suddenly so eager to be my friend, allow me to give you some advice.”
I tensed as he stepped close but not too close. Flicking a look at one of the cameras, he whispered. “I saw how you looked when he fucked you. I know you’re affected by him. I know you probably even enjoyed it.”
“What? No, I—”
“Like I said back in the doctor’s surgery: you should enjoy it. The more you can give into lust and sex, the easier your life will be here. If you’re turned-on by him then I’m happy for you. It’s definitely easier to be fucked by someone who gets you off than someone who makes you want to vomit. I’m not judging you. Actually, I’m rather proud at how well you took it…but…you can’t ever forget one very simple, very important rule.”
“Rule?” I wrapped my arms around my nakedness, not liking how vulnerable he made me. “What rule?”
“They’re all bastards. Every single one of them. And Master H—the man who just paid two million euros to part-own you—is the worst.”
I froze. “The worst—?”
“I know people.” He crossed his arms too, his bare cock flaccid between his legs.
I hadn’t believed him in the bathing chamber when he said I’d get used to seeing so much naked flesh. That the wrongness would fade. But…it’d happened far quicker than I believed possible. I no longer looked at a naked man and thought taboo, wrong, please get dressed. I merely saw someone like me. Someone stripped of protection, propriety, and kindness.
“I know perverts, and I know killers, and I hate to tell you, Ily, but Master H isn’t just a sadistic creep who happily drinks your tears. He’ll get worse, mark my words. Every hour that he stays here, he’ll slip a little more. He’ll keep slipping until the tiny part of him that’s trying to stay human snaps and—”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as if my life was his responsibility, and he already saw the end of it. “I’m sorry he raped you, and I’m sorry he’ll do it again, and I’m sorry there isn’t a goddamn thing I can do to stop him. But…what I’m most sorry for is…I can’t stop you from going through the stages we’ve all gone through. The hope that your Master is different. The hope that he’ll keep you for himself and protect you from the others. The hope that he won’t hurt you too much. The hope—fuck…hope? It’s the worst torture imaginable, and I see you sinking into it already.” He bared his teeth. “Don’t be stupid, Ily. Don’t believe he isn’t like the rest because they’re all the bloody same.”
He isn’t.
He’s—
“Don’t ever drop your guard around him, do you hear me?” Casting his anger aside, his handsome face filled with fear. “Don’t trust him. Don’t fantasise that he’ll save you. Don’t you dare believe he’s different because he isn’t.”
“But he is—” I slapped a hand over my mouth in horror.
Good grief, Ily.
Cameras and confessions did not mix.
And even if I did tell Peter who Henri truly was, he wouldn’t believe me. He’d think I’d lost my mind. That I’d cracked and attached myself to the first monster who raped me.
Then again…
Peter’s ultimate fantasy was that one day a reluctant Master would arrive to free us all. If Henri succeeded, he would be that Master.
But…I couldn’t share.
I could never put Henri in jeopardy because if he fell, all of us fell too—
