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Right now the thoughts that are running through my head are ones of rage and anger but also, confusingly, possessiveness, ownership and the distinct and uncomfortable sense ofguilt.
I, Jakub Brov, feel guilty.
Not for Twelve who’s heart is breaking. Not for Thirteen who I handled roughly only minutes ago. Not for the Numbers who are being fucked raw by the men and women inside this room. Not even for Leon who’s lip I split.
But for the woman I call Nothing.
That realisation makes my head fucking spin and I hold out my hand, pressing it against the brick wall. It takes everything in me not to throw up the lavish dinner we just indulged in not an hour before as I steady myself and try to fight off this unfamiliar feeling. I need to get my head straight. Guilt has no place here. It’s weak. I amnotweak.
I. Am. Not. Fucking. Weak.
“Master...?” Five says, drawing my attention back to her. She’s clearly just asked me a question and I’ve not heard a damn word of it. I look at her blankly.
“I want the room cleared. Injure the Baron and get the others out. We’ll finish him off ourselves,” Konrad says, because I can’t seem to find my fucking voice.
He flicks his gaze to me and I give him a terse nod before confirming his order. “Do it.”
“And Zero?” Five questions, looking between the three of us.
“She stays with us,” Leon says more than a little possessively.
“Understood.”
Pushing open the door, Five moves silently into the room on bare feet. Her ability to move about unnoticed is one we’ve taken advantage of over the years. Since our father brought her home, she has become our eyes and ears on evenings such as this. Her skills as a knife thrower, combined with her talent for remaining unseen has made her invaluable to us. In another life, I’ve no doubt she’d have made an excellent assassin. Picked up by my father in the backstreets of Calcutta, her exotic beauty had attracted him first, then once he’d witnessed her talent, he paid a handsome price for her, making her parents rich beyond their wildest dreams. That kind of money was too much of a temptation and they sold her without hesitation.
Fools.
It never ceases to amaze me how easily people will sell their own flesh and blood if the price is right. Though Five didn’t seem to mind. Of all the Numbers, she was the most willing to settle into her life here. We trust her implicitly.
Konrad reaches for me, resting his hand on my arm. “Jakub?”
“Keep in the shadows for the moment,” I instruct, ignoring his concern before stepping into the room. Without even meaning to, my attention goes straight to Nothing. I don’t notice the fucking going on in the cages around the room or pay any mind to the rest of our clients standing naked just beyond them. Nor do I hear the sound of Twelve’s haunting voice.
All I can see, hear, and smell is her.
Nothing.
The rise and fall of her chest. The pants of her breath as air is forced from her lungs through fear and, I suspect, a healthy dose of anger. Her distinct scent that’s both sweet like vanilla and musky like her sex. It consumes me.
She becomes my sole focus.
“That motherfucker,” Konrad grunts as he too focuses on her and the man who’s abusing her.
Nothing’s eyes are wide, her mouth is parted on a silent scream, her dress ripped down the middle, and crouched before her is the Baron, suckling on her tit and pulling on his limp dick as he moans and groans, imagining his own daughter no doubt. Bile burns my throat at the thought. We cater to a raft of sexual fantasies here at Ardelby Castle, the Numbers fulfilling those with ease, but I draw the line at fantasising over children. That’s just another reason he’ll die tonight.
“Oh yes,” the Baron moans as he gropes what doesn’t belong to him.
She is ours.
Right at that moment the truth of those words barrel into my fucking chest. They’re no longer a flippant comment used to show ownership, but something deeper than that, something everlasting.
I feel those words like heavy boulders crushing my rib cage. They’re weighted with meaning.
I can’t fucking breathe.
The Baron needs to die. Nothing needs to die.
Then and only then will I be free.
