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Pressing my hands over my red-blooming cheeks, I shook my head. “Who the hell are you people? What the hell is this place?”
Peter let Rose go and bowed. “I’m so glad you asked. I’ll tell you. But first…are you up the duff?”
I crossed my arms. “That is none of your—”
“First lesson.” Swooping into me, he grabbed my golden cuffs and planted my arms to the side. His strength belied his svelte leanness; I struggled unsuccessfully in his hold. “Everything about you, every burp, fart, climax, and allergy is now my business. If you have a kink you like, you tell me. If you have a terror that incapacities you, you tell me. Every sickness, every secret, every sexual and seemingly mundane thing…I want to know about, want to know why?”
He let me go and slung his arm over Dr Belford’s slender shoulders. “We need to know so we can protect you. You belong to the Master Jeweler. You will get on your knees, you will gag on his cock, you will let his asshole friends stick their dicks in you, but when they are done, you have us. We take care of one another. We look out for each other. And we’re not about to let some girl who thinks she’s better than us taint our little family.”
Anger tinted his dark eyes, making them gleam with midnight. “I get that this is hard. You’re cursing everyone and thinking we are all your enemies, but you’ll soon learn that we aren’t. We are all you have. We are all you’ll ever have from now on, so…I will ask you one last time.” Grabbing my cheeks, he snapped, “Are you or are you not pregnant?”
I trembled in his hold.
I looked past him to the doctor.
I flinched as the nurse gave me a pitying smile.
And my fight hiccupped. My rage and despair all paused, interrupted by the awful, awful realisation that this wasn’t a game. This wasn’t a nightmare. This was real. This was happening. And there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it.
Grabbing his wrist, clutching the cold metal of his matching cuff marking him as property, I licked my lips and said, “No, I’m not pregnant.”
“Alright then.” Letting me go, he backed up so the doctor could stick me with her needle. I jerked from the sting; she gave me an understanding smile.
“I know you have no idea who to trust right now, but…listen to Peter. He’s telling the truth. He’ll take care of you.” Her eyes shadowed as the contents of the syringe emptied into my arm. “And if it will help you trust me, I can tell you I came to this place by the same method as you.” Tossing the needle into a biohazard bin, she ripped off her gloves. “The night before my court date, I got horribly drunk. A handsome man propositioned me, and I figured if I was going to spend the next decade of my life in jail, what was the harm in sleeping with a total stranger? I woke up here. Gifted by the man who’d bedded me to the Master Jeweler in return for a membership into the Jewelry Box.”
She shrugged. “That was eighteen years ago. I served, like you will. But then Victor’s previous doctor died rather suddenly and…I stepped in. He gave me the choice: stay a jewel or become his personal doctor and oversee all the care of his beloved gems.”
Glancing at Peter, she sighed. “I do my best to care for them in every way I can because I’ve been there. I know what it’s like. And I know…regardless of our fight and promises not to give in, you will one day blink and notice years have passed. And the only light in those years was found in the people you now get to call family.”
“I love you,” Peter murmured with so much affection, so much gratitude, my heart pinched. “And we’re all incredibly thankful for your care.”
The moment stretched a little too long before he clapped his hands and shattered it. “On that note, duty calls.” He winked like a playboy. “Sure I can’t interest you ladies in a quick ride before I prepare this beauty for breakfast?”
“Get off with you.” Dr Belford laughed just before her voice lowered. “Wait…do you need anything for the others? Painkillers? Laxatives? Psilocybin?” She threw me a worried look as if she hadn’t meant to mention an illegal substance. “I wasn’t able to smuggle in as much as usual, I’m afraid.”
I frowned as Peter replied, “Anything you can get is gratefully received, you know this. I suppose…for now, we could do with some magic shrooms. I know Ellie had the last tablet yesterday when she had to serve Master T.”
Rose shuddered dramatically. “God, I hate that man. He’s the reason we had to stitch up poor Fiona the other day. Her vagina was split from whatever he used on her.”
“What? Good grief.” I choked on a breath. “H-How can you talk about this so calmly? Some guy raped a girl so badly she needed stitches, and you just—”
“Yes, but she was as high as a fucking kite and felt none of it,” Peter said almost coldly. “I brought her here myself and she was trying to get in my pants the entire time I carried her. She was beside herself with need as the bastard didn’t give her an orgasm.”
His words turned as sharp as his gaze. “We get hurt, Ily. We bleed often. We suffer all the damn time. But that doesn’t mean we have to feel the pain.”
I tried to hide my shudder but wasn’t successful. “This can’t be happening.”
“Believe me, it is. And one day, you’ll beg for a tablet too. By the way, if I catch you spilling our secret, I’ll kill you myself. Do I make myself clear?”
“I would never say anything.” I glared. “But I would also never willingly give up my mental faculties—”
“Tell me, Ily. What’s better? Screaming in agony as some fat bastard rails you while you’re bound and helpless, or moaning in pleasure as you’re transported into euphoria by a drug that’s proven to be an antidepressant and antianxiety all in one? A drug with the power to grant blissful freedom, happy hallucinations, and the unparalleled experiences of giving you the best goddamn sex of your life?” He grabbed his cock through his linen pants, the outline far too easy to see. “Better to scream in pleasure than sob in pain…wouldn’t you agree?”
“I’d say this is all a massive mistake, and I need to get the hell out of here.”
“And I’d say you’re not going anywhere. The day will come when you beg for a taste of psilocybin…not to take the edge off but because you’re so wound up from need that you will do absolutely anything to come. These bastards are only interested in their own release. They don’t care if you shatter or not. But it doesn’t mean your body won’t start to beg.” He chuckled under his breath. “You can wrinkle your nose and fight a gag all you want, but the fact is, we are all sexual beings, and the longer you’re trapped in a sexual hellhole, the more you start to crave it. The debasement erodes something inside us. The whippings and degradations, the touches and commands…it all scrambles your right and wrong.”
I had the sudden, terrible urge to laugh.
