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“Thank you.”
“More casual items are in the drawers below,” Edgar says, pulling out one of the wooden drawers to reveal neatly folded boxers, socks, and sweatpants. “If you need anything else, do not hesitate to alert me.”
Edgar then bends low to open the lowest drawer. “And an array of personal items has been provided should you need them. Rest assured, everything is new.”
I don’t know what he means until he steps aside, and I see boxes of condoms in every size as well as an open-topped wooden box of various sex toys.
My heart feels like an anchor in my chest. “Maybe you should educate me on how this weekend will work, Edgar. This is my first time attending such an event.”
“Of course,” Edgar says, closing the drawers and then the closet doors and turning to face me. “Each night, various women will be available for bidding. Each guest can make bids on the woman of their choosing and, if they wish, take them for the evening. That is simply a ‘test run,’ as we like to say. The auction on the final day will be for permanent placement.”
I nod and swallow hard. I will have to fight for Eve every single day.
Every night, there will be men fighting to spend the night with her. To fuck her as though she is nothing more than a common whore.
The idea sends rage burning through me, and it is all I can do to keep from lashing out at Edgar. From strangling him with my bare hands and tearing through the inn in search of Eve.
Somehow, though, I choke back my anger and put on a friendly face. “Understood.”
Edgar nods, oblivious to how close he is to being collateral damage in my fight to find my wife. “I will give you time to settle in, sir.”
My entire body is tense as Edgar bows once more and leaves, closing the door behind him. I contain my rage for another few seconds, giving him time to get far enough away, and then I haul back and slam my fist into the closet.
The wood dents under my fingers, sending a jolt of pain up my arm. I curse and shake my hand out, but the pain helps focus my muddled thoughts.
I can’t relax or become complacent. I have to be vigilant every second.
Getting Eve out of here unscathed depends on it.
7
Eve
Imove through the back doors of the inn in a despondent daze.
There are no ties on my hands of legs or anyone restraining me, but I might as well be a dog with a leash and muzzle.
Rian incapacitated me by mentioning Milaya. Now, I can’t do anything that could put her in danger. All I can do is follow orders.
Which I do.
I’m led inside and herded into a group with other women. By my count, there are roughly thirteen of us, all different ages and ethnicities. The only commonality is that everyone around me is gorgeous.
We are shepherded single file by men with guns wearing body armor, and they roughly nudge women in the back if they walk too slow or fall out of line.
“Stop here,” one of the men barks when we get to a cement-walled room. Based on the shelves of canned goods and boxes around us, it looks like a storeroom for the kitchen.
One of the guards stays behind while the other goes through a door ahead of us.
Someone in line a few women behind me is crying softly, sniffling incessantly. I understand her feeling, but the noise is grating in the echoey room.
“Enough,” the guard barks, stepping towards the line and getting in the woman’s face. “Crying isn’t going to help.”
The woman only cries harder, and the man presses his gun to the side of her head. His voice is low and full of acid when he speaks.
“I can kill you and claim you tried to run.”
Immediately, everyone around me stands taller and the woman’s cries end abruptly with one last sniffle.
