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None of this computed in my brain. Not the meeting with Henri and his twisted proposition. Not the private plane and conversations with a trafficker. Not the craziest, hottest kiss of my life when Henri chased and imprisoned me in the grass. Not the doctor who was our so-called friend or the jewel who stood beside me as a fellow slave but was somehow also my jailer.
I couldn’t get my bearings.
Couldn’t hold on to my hate when little things kept eroding my perceptions. This castle was fake, but it didn’t take away its beauty. This sex ring was real, but it didn’t look like the many horror movies or gut-wrenching documentaries on TV.
I hated that Peter was right.
That ever since Henri’s tongue plunged into my mouth at the bar, catching my tears as Sam watched another man kiss me, I’d been disgustingly wet.
I could lie to myself all I wanted. I could feign utter repulsion and curse every person involved in this nightmare, but I couldn’t ignore the dampness between my legs—all the more noticeable by my missing underwear. Underwear Henri had torn off me when he’d chained me to a table and almost taken me only ten minutes after meeting me. Underwear he’d wedged into his pocket and—
God, what is he doing with them?
“Nice, hey?” Peter nudged my shoulder with his. “It’s one of my favourite places in Joyero.”
I picked my jaw off the floor and glared through the hazy, humid air. Gleaming, pearlescent tiles lined the floor, walls, and high domed ceiling. Open showers ringed the large round space, and huge black showerheads twice the size of normal ones poured punishing, piercing rainfalls over three naked bodies.
I froze.
Two girls and another guy. The flash of their slave collars and cuffs twinkled with water as all three of them rubbed their bodies with tropical-scented bubbles, not caring in the slightest that another showered beside them.
One of the girls bent her knees a little and washed between her legs with fastidious attention, all while the guy soaped his cock, pulling his length a few times before tipping his head back and letting water rinse him clean.
With a quick inhale, I averted my eyes.
Is he…was he jerking off?
Peter chuckled beside me, correctly reading my red cheeks. “If you’re wondering if he’s beating one out, allow me to share the first of many rules with you: you are permitted to orgasm only if a Master is generous enough to give you that gift. But you are forbidden from coming by your own hand or by the touch of a fellow jewel. If you get caught—and you will get caught because there are a thousand cameras in this place—you will suffer things that will make you wish you were dead.”
Snow cloaked me; I broke into full-out trembles. “Wh-What do they do?”
“Let’s just say there are twenty-nine of us—sorry, thirty now with you—but that number changes constantly.” His eyes clouded with things I didn’t want to see or know. “Some stay for a while. Me? I’ve been here five years. But some…they only last a few months. The ones who disobey, try to run, masturbate, or do other rebellious things vanish…never to be seen again.”
I couldn’t breathe. Panic swirled inside me, making the humidity in the bathing chamber crawl down my throat and gag me.
I-I need fresh air. I need to get out of here. I need to run—
A small, trapped moan escaped me. I fought rapidly cresting fear.
“Hey,” Peter murmured. “It’s okay. If you obey the rules, you’ll survive. I’ve got you. I’ll guide you. Just…do everything I say, and you’ll get through this.”
I shook my head.
Get through this?
I didn’t want to get through this.
I want to go home.
I want my brother.
I want all of this to be a terrible mistake.
I stiffened as my eyes fell on the showering man again. I hadn’t meant to look. It just…happened. He scrubbed his face, his cock streaming with water as it sluiced down his carved belly.
Immediately, societal programming had me ripping my gaze away.
“Second rule.” Peter’s fingers pushed against my chin, raising my head unwillingly. “Everything you thought you knew about sex and privacy are gone. Look at them. Don’t be shy. Drink in their pieces, stare at their private parts, imagine them being fucked and moaning.”
