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Do things? Payment?
We aren’t just here for nothing it seems. I was right after all; so that means he intends to use me too.
“I think those men are just there to buy … people. You know?” she says.
The thought alone makes me shiver.
“Because I wasn’t the first girl here, and neither are you.”
She’s right. Graham even told me so.
“I know for sure Graham’s just showing me around like some expensive porcelain doll because I already heard some whispers around the huge room I was kept in … some of them were saying they were interested in buying me.”
“Sorry,” Cage says.
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault, right?” Syrena says.
Cage just shrugs and looks away. I know it must be horrible for him too, to know that’s what’s happening to her and not be able to do anything about it.
But the only question I have is why does Graham have Cage locked up in here? What is his purpose? Is he going to sell Cage too? And what about me?
“But anyway … I don’t know why he took you, Ella, or what he plans to do with you. If he wanted to sell you, he would’ve already introduced you to the men. I mean, you’re special. New. Innocent.”
Innocent.
If only.
“You would know by now if Graham wanted to sell you … which is what I can’t wrap my head around. Why would he keep you here? It must be something else. You have to be here for some other reason …”
Cage’s brows furrow as he stares at me, his face rigid. Without looking away, his lips part, and I feel like he wants to complete Syrena’s sentence.
But I’m not prepared for what he says.
“Me.”
Chapter Nine
Accompanying Song: “Light ‘Em Up” by Robin Loxley
Cage
Ella hasn’t looked at me the same since I told the truth.
Something’s changed. I can see it in her eyes.
She fears me now.
I hate the way she glares at me from her bed as if she’s keeping an eye on me. As if I could snap at her at any moment and break the glass confining us.
If I could, I would’ve already done it if it meant being closer to her.
I want her … I’ve wanted her ever since she came here. That longing has only grown the longer we’re separated. Now it’s at its peak. My muscles tense at the thought of touching her with my bare hands, feeling her skin against mine, tasting her on my tongue. My whole body roars with excitement when I think of her. And it’s only gotten worse these past few days.
I gaze at her sweet, succulent-looking skin, those perky tits, and the sweetness that’s between her legs. My cock tents in my pants. I can’t wait to get my hands on her.
However, I know I have to force myself to focus right now because the door across the room just opened, and he steps out. The girls immediately get up, and Ella watches him closely as he walks toward the black door and opens it up, disappearing inside.
Minutes later, the door to my cell opens, and he comes inside.
I close my eyes and take in a long whiff. I can smell the scents from the room beyond, husky wood mixed with leather. Delicious.
“Ready?” he asks me.
I nod.
He holds out a bag containing gauze, tape, and a bottle of energy drink. I take the bottle out and immediately chug the liquid, throwing it away in my cell. Then I take off my shirt and toss that in the corner too.
For a split second, I spot Ella gazing at my chest in amazement before she looks away at Syrena again. Both of them seem on edge … and for the right reasons.
I wrap my hands with the gauze and tape and make sure they’re tight and patted down.
“Now, make sure you give it your all. You know what’s at stake here,” he says.
I nod. “Yes.”
He squeezes my shoulder. “Don’t let me down.”
“I won’t.” I make a fist with both hands and mentally prepare myself.
“Good.” He pats me on the back. Then he pulls the rug away from the floor to reveal the circular pad, and I step on it.
Ella’s jaw hangs open as she approaches us and taps the glass. Nothing comes from her mouth, but I can tell she’s confused. Her eyes move back and forth between me and the black door, which is wide open. With a cocked head, she beckons me to go there.
She still doesn’t see it … still doesn’t understand.
“He won’t run,” Syrena says.
Ella’s hand retracts from the glass as she slowly steps away, her body quivering as she stares at me while shaking her head.
It finally begins to dawn on her.
I look down at the floor, refusing to see the defeat in her eyes. It doesn’t matter what they’re saying right now. All that matters is what’s to come.
