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The shock of the sharp sting burning my cheek wakes me up from the stupor. I gasp as she thrusts me toward the guards, who enter the room as soon as she calls for them. I stumble into the closest one’s hands. They both wear expensive black suits ready for the party, and I can see my distorted reflection in their polished lacquer shoes. I snicker to myself as my heart stutters like a bird in a cage, trying to escape its captors. Even their deadly accessories are polished. As is their enslaved bird’s feathers—fluffed to perfection.
The guards seize my armpits and carry me downstairs to the event that will end me. I don’t even try to fight. No, I’m ready to let them burn me alive if they just let my babies go.
I thought I was ready to face whatever they would throw at me. I thought, if I encase my heart into the numbness spreading through me, I’d be able to block it. But as soon as we arrive, my heart plummets to the ground, and I choke on a sob. I find my babies, kneeling in the middle of the room, dressed as animals.
“Mommy,” they scream, weeping, their eyes huge and pleading. “Please, Mommy,” they beg, shrieking as the panic overcomes their little hearts.
Mine fractures and splinters seeing them like this, shackled to the ground. “Let them go. Let them go!” I scream, trashing in their hands. “Let them go!”
The pure inferno roars in my veins. My whole focus zeroes onto those who’re threatening my children. I see red and jolt into action. All I see is flashes of me fighting, moving in well-trained sequences and their stunned expressions.
Somehow, I seize a gun and turn it on the guards, my lips curling in a sneer. A clapping sound echoes like bullets from behind me, encasing my spine in frost.
“Well done, Cassandra. Very well done.” His amused voice raises the hair on my nape. “You are a quite unique but dangerous creature, aren’t you?”
I slowly turn around to find him kneeling behind my children. A tremor runs down my stiff spine and tears like acid burn my eyeballs.
“Good kittens.” He strokes their heads as he watches me.
He doesn’t even need to tell me to put the gun down. It slips through my fingers to the floor of its own accord. Horrified, I watch him beam to my children, clutching onto each other. I will claw his eyes out of his sockets so he’ll never be able to lay his vile gaze on them.
“You know, this isn’t how you submit.” He grins at me, amused with my rebellion.
My head snaps to the snickering crowd hidden in the shadows, and I realize he expected this reaction from me. Perhaps like a bonus performance to show off my assets.
“I’m not submitting. I’m surrendering,” I hiss a retort as his lips brush my daughter’s head. I step closer to shove him off her.
“On your knees, Cassandra.” The order resonates in the space, and his harsh command stops me in my tracks. My knees buckle as he winds his fingers in my daughter’s hair and I lower down to the floor, watching his gaze fill up with cruelty as he scans my body. “Slave position.”
I hesitate, digging my gaze into his, ready to strangle him with my bare hands. Not in front of my children, you monster, I scream at him with my defying gaze, burning holes into his skull. Lester rises to his feet and saunters toward me with a sadistic intent on his face.
His fingers coil into my hair, holding me way too gently as he lowers his mouth to my ear. “Look around, Cassandra, the moment you jump to your feet, my men will rain down bullets on you and your children. You’ll die in the puddle of their blood and yours.”
“Remove my children from this scene,” I whisper to him, knowing he has better methods to punish me than death. Besides, I’m too valuable an asset to ruin it. “And I will.”
He brushes his lips against my exposed neck and sinks his teeth into my flesh. I scream in pain as he pierces the skin and sucks on my blood like a monster. His gaze blazes with depraved lust as he licks his lips.
“Take care, Cassandra, or I might decide to keep them as my personal playthings. Now, play your part”—he grasps my chin, jabbing his dark pits into me—“slave.”
My eyes seek my children, and I get a glimpse of them when he shifts
his frame slightly on purpose.
They look like two frozen kittens caught in headlights as they watch the scene unfold in front of them. When Lester stands and I lower to a submissive position, my hands stretch farther away from my body as if in an offering.
“You can do better.” A cane hits my tight, and I flinch, holding back a whimper but giving him what he wants.
“Bring our guest of honor,” he demands his guards stationed around the platform.
As soon as the guard leaves, the lights dim, shrouding my children and me in welcoming darkness and leaving him in a spotlight. “Mommy,” my daughter's voice snakes into my heart.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, and Lester brings the cane down my side, and sharp pain explodes on my nerve endings, rendering me speechless.
When the door opens, I lift my head from the floor, and I see Helen striding toward Lester, dressed in white. Perfect red lips stretching into a welcoming smile.
“Helen of Troy, aren’t you a dazzling beauty?”
She stops few feet away from him.
