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A million thoughts are surging through me. Why the hell am I here? Why did he buy me and is he going to let me go? I scoff to myself. Not likely. Walking towards the long haired man, I follow him as he leads me up the same stairs I walked past when I thought I was being lead to some big time Japanese mob boss. The walls are covered in warm deep reds and maroons. The lighting is set dim, reminding me of a dragon’s lair. Maybe that’s where I’m being led to. I just saw Tripp without his mask on. He spoke more words to me in that small fifteen-minute window than he ever has the entire time I was at the base.
Once we reach the top of the stairs, I continue to follow. “What’s your name?” I ask the wall of muscle in front of me.
“You can call me Miles.” Clipped, but at least I got a straight answer.
We continue to walk down the long hallway when a door opens as we pass it and a young woman steps out. Her dark black hair cascades down to her tailbone and her tight skinny body is held together by tiny lace panties and a bra. I bring my eyes to hers and she smirks at me, a smirk that sends shivers down my spine.
“Miles?” I say as I pull my eyes away from hers. “Who was that?”
He stops at a door and pushes it open. He steps aside and waves me into the room, but I remain there, watching and waiting for him to answer.
“You want to ask questions? You’ll have to ask Raze.”
“I’m not asking Raze, I’m asking you.”
His eyes narrow on me. “I thought you were a nun?” he asks, his eyes raking up and down my body, and it’s the first time I realize I’m still wearing the tight dress I was sold in.
“Yes,” I confirm. “Was.”
He shakes his head. “Everything you will need is in here. Clothes are in the closet. Bathroom opposite your bed. Netflix. The windows are barred so don’t try to escape and if by chance you get your skinny ass through those bars, there’s a pack of Dobermans that run wild on the property. So if you don’t get shot, you’ll get eaten.” Then he turns and walks back the way we came. “Oh!” He tips his head over his shoulder. “And to answer your question? That’s Raze’s cute little toy, so play nice.”
He laughs and continues out the door. I scrunch my face up in disgust before walking into the bedroom. Flicking the light on, I close the door behind myself.
“Well, it’s not a dungeon,” I mutter under my breath. And it’s not. There’s a white metal four post bed that sits to the left of the room. A window directly in front of me that’s covered by a netted curtain. Opposite the bed, an average sized television hangs on the dark grey walls and to the left of it is the bathroom and to the right is the closet.
There’s a cheval mirror which stands in the corner, and my reflection catches my eye. It’s the first time I’ve seen myself since the night I was taken. My collar bone is as sharp as a Swiss army knife and my legs are frail. I look like crap.
Leaving my sad reflection, I walk into the closet and flick on the light which then displays all the clothes hanging on the rails and folded inside little slots which were built into the wall. There are shoes lined together that frame the closet floor too. A collection of handbags are neatly placed on top of the closet as well. Rolling my eyes, I snatch a plain shirt that’s folded in one of the drawers and begin to rummage through all the underwear which are placed in another. “Mother—f—” I curse under my breath once I realize there are no cotton underwear, only skimpy little lace panties that will barely cover my ass. In a huff, I take the white lace boy shorts and the loose white T before walking into the bathroom.
The bathroom is plain, but because I haven’t been in civilization for so long, it feels like I’m living in a palace. The little sink sits directly opposite the toilet, and a box shower sits beside that which is encased by glass doors. There’s a black drawer sitting under the sink which holds a ridiculous amount of makeup and towels.
I look up into the mirror hanging over the sink. My sunken cheeks and eyes display my distress. Why do I get the feeling that me being here is a very bad thing? I turn toward the shower and wait until it’s scalding hot before stripping off my clothes and stepping in. After scrubbing all the dirt and crap off my skin, my face, and hair, I turn off the faucet and step out. Walking towards the black drawer, I pull out a towel and wrap it around my body before pulling the bathroom door open.
“Shit!” My hand flies up to my chest as I clutch the towel in my hand. Raze is sitting on the side of my bed casually, his eyes traveling down my body slowly. “What’s happening?” I ask, walking towards the bed quickly and snatching the shirt and underwear up from beside him.
Walking to the closet again, I pull down some sweatpants and decide I’d rather get changed in here; at least that way, I won’t need to walk past him again wearing nothing but a damn towel. I close the door and lean against it, dropping my towel to the floor and quickly throwing my clothes on. Hearing his deep chuckle on the other side of the door, I collect the towel off the floor and pull the door open again.
Leaning against the doorframe, I slowly run the towel through my hair. “Why am I here, Raze?”
“I need your help,” he states, standing from the bed and walking towards me slowly.
I push off the doorframe, my body tensing the way it always does when he’s around.
“My help? With what? What could I possibly help you with?”
He stops in front of me, his head tilting as he studies me closely. “That will come in due time. For now,” he says, his hand reaching out to mine. I pull back and his eyes slant in annoyance. “For now, do as you’re told and stop asking so many questions, then you might make it out alive.”
“I thought you just said that you need my help?” I yell out just as his hand touches the door handle.
He smirks over his shoulder before pulling the door open and leaving.
I thought that things couldn’t get more confusing back at the base. I was wrong; I’m drowning in confusion now.
RAZE
Pushing open the heavy metal door that leads into the basement of my house, I walk through, rolling my sleeves up again.
The heavy wooden oval table that sits in the middle of the large area is lit by the many shimmering lights I have scattered against the wall. The basement is where I conduct most of my meetings. It has one entry and one exit, not including my entry through the house. Five of my men stand on each corner of the room while Miles stands directly behind me. I take a seat at the head of the table.
