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I cringe at how easy it is for me to give him lip. Maybe this is who I was all along and the nun in me was just masking my true self. Melissa did always say that. Melissa. A ball of pain forms in my throat at the thought of my crazy sister. No, I can’t think of her. If I think about Melissa, I’ll lose it. Moving past my cold dead feelings, I squash what ones I have left, the ones that were reserved for my sister, and push my shoulders back, snatching the clothes off the chair. The door opens and then closes. Viking whips his head towards the sound, his shoulders slumping as he curses out a sigh of relief.
“Get out. I’ll take it from here,” Tripp orders, walking towards me.
Viking looks at me one last time and winks before pushing off the door. “Good luck, nun.” I fight the urge to flip him off. I’m as good as dead anyway and I’ve lost the will to survive.
Tripp takes Viking’s place and leans on the door frame, his massive arms crossing in front of his tight chest. “Hurry up.”
My eyes falter as I pick up the clothes again and fluff them out in front of me. I look back up to Tripp and lock my eyes onto his until I want to crawl inside of a hole and never return. Slipping off the clothes from last night, I let them drop to my ankles and his eyes break away from mine, running all over my body. Every inch of his gaze violates me on all levels, levels that not even the last seven days of the other guys touching me could compare to. My jaw clenches as I squeeze the tight little strapless dress up my body.
When I slip into the heels that were with them, I walk towards Tripp, maintaining our stare down. Once my chest is flush against his stomach—because that’s where I reach him, even with 4-inch heels on—I tilt my head. “If I ever get the chance to live a free life again, I swear on all the holy crosses I have ever prayed on that I will find you, and I will kill you. If it’s the last fucking thing I do.”
I can’t see behind his mask, but the way his eyes glint tells me he’s smirking. His hand grips around my wrist. “You better hope you kill me the first chance you get. Because you won’t get another chance, and if I get my hands on you, I’ll be sure to strip any last dignity you ever thought you had left before sending your dismembered body to each person in your family.”
I pause, my eyes glazing over briefly.
He shoves me forward. “Walk, pet. Fucking go with whatever is happening too, don’t try to fight it. Are we clear?”
I look up at him, my lip curling in disgust. “Crystal.”
TRIPP
I can’t have her, but I can’t have Kurr knowing that she could just well be my only weakness. All the years I put into gaining an unbreakable steel of trust would shatter. I have to give her something that will make her second-guess coming after me if she did. I know she loves her sister Melissa. I could see it in her eyes when I said that. Every single instinct I have is roaring at me to pick her up and take her away. She has no idea what is really held behind this door or what she is mixed up in, but I do. Though I wasn’t expecting unwanted nudges to make their way inside of me whenever I touched her. Each step she takes towards the end of the corridor, I have the urge to rip her back and take her away from all the fucked-up shit in this life.
MILLIE
We reach the end of the long mirrored corridor. Tripp pauses from behind me as my hand finds the doorknob. The cold metal awakens my lifeless hand. The heat I feel radiating from him collides into my back and I tilt my head over my shoulders to find him looking down at me with the same predatory gaze, but maybe a glint of something else.
I figure I may as well start with my questions again. “Why me?”
After a few moments of silence, I take it he’s not going to answer me, so I twist the door handle. Just as I’m about to pull it open, his hand finds my arm and a surge of electrical current rushes from him to me. That spark has been there since the first time he laid his dead, emotionless eyes on me. Only, it’s never touched me the way it is right now.
“I need you to promise me you won’t try to run when they take you from here.”
“What?” I question, and just when I’m about to ask him more questions, the door is yanked open in front of my face and he pushes me forward into the same dark room from last night, the same stage and podium. Chills break out over my skin. It’s empty. The same spotlight emits directly in front, blinding me instantly. I raise my hand to cover my forehead as my legs slowly inch forward and down toward the end of the stage. I squint my eyes in a poor attempt at trying to focus on the setting and environment, but I fail miserably. A loudspeaker beeps before a woman’s voice huskily comes through and sends shivers down my spine.
“Next we have Millie Hart…” she begins, and I pause, thinking over what she just said. Next? As in there was someone before me?
“She comes all in one piece with her virginity intact. Bidding starts at 500,000.”
I swallow down the bile that has begun to rise up my throat, but my shoulders slack in defeat and my head hangs. I keep my eyes pinned to the floor. When an echoing “beep” sounds out, I raise my head to find a single red light flash above one of the mirrored window booths. I swing around, my eyes racing around the room. I notice that there are lights pressed into the wall of each booth. Spinning around slowly, I count ten mirrored windows. I count ten booths.
Another red light illuminates from a different booth and the voice over the speakers comes through again, “800,000.”
Another beep pierces through the silent room and another tear drops from my eye.
Beep.
“One Million.”
Beep.
“One point five.”
Beep.
Her voice dies out.
My breathing shallows, and the pulsing of my blood rushing through one single vein in my body pounds through my ears. I lose myself in my thoughts, the cold empty walls inside my brain comforting me. The front doors that sit below the booths swing open as both Tripp and Viking walk directly towards me. My heart hasn’t just broken; my soul has shattered too. Every inch of who I was and what I stood for has been drawn out of me until I’m nothing but a shell. I’m merely a form of bones, organs, and blood which is being contained by skin. I have nothing. I feel nothing. Arms wrap around my waist as they guide me down the steps and towards the front of the stage. Once we’re walking down the bright corridor, I look up at Tripp. His finely chiseled jaw line is peeking out from under the mask and I scan the intricate tattoos that are inked into his skin.
