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“In time, you’ll love me too,” he vows, his tone betraying his words.
“Like Anya loved Vasily?”
Smack.
This time, my head is dizzy from the hit, and I can’t help but bring a hand up to my face. I glare up at Kris. Our Father stole a young bride once. I hated the cunt and didn’t mourn when Krystof killed her, but that he doesn’t see how like Vasily he is just shows how far gone he is.
I understand better now how Sin must have felt. When you’re in this position, there’s nothing more to lose. He leans down so we’re practically nose to nose.
“I am nothing like that piece of shit, and if you compare me to him again, I’ll leave you in the dungeon to rot. I don’t want to do that, sister. I want us to do this together, like we were always meant to. Maybe you just need a bit more time alone.”
He stalks out of the room, leaving me blessedly by myself. A bit of the tension in my body releases when I hear the door lock, knowing that means I have at least a few hours before he visits again. Despite all his threats to lock me up, he can’t seem to stay away for more than half a day.
I suppose I should be grateful for Kris’s obsession. It’s keeping me alive for now.
Alive for what, an unwelcome voice asks.To stay a prisoner to your fucking brother for the rest of your life? Or worse, his whore?
I want to be angry.
I want to be so full of rage that it eliminates all other emotion. Feeling passion and fire running through my veins so much stronger than anything else.
But I don’t.
Instead, I feel something else I’m really not used to feeling, something I’ve tried hard to push from my mind.
Regret.
I’ve been so focused on making CASH-ULTY a success that I missed so much. I even failed at making this work.
I so badly wanted to be able to come to a place where we were less wasteful with … well, life. There’s no hope now of us retaining any of those organ donor contracts again, and it sounds like Kris accepted some kind of payout to continue to stay out of it.
Idiot.
Back to good ol’ trafficking.
Not that I expect to have any part of it again.
Despite wanting to not give a shit, I am curious what Kris has fucked up so bad. I’ve managed to keep this place going for years, playing the good little diplomat where needed, the good little psycho in others. A month under Kris’s rule and it’s falling to pieces.
My body tenses when I hear the sound of the lock turning. It’s rare for me to get back-to-back visits, but perhaps he forgot something? My body slacks when Hannah walks in the room, a tray in hand. She walks across the room with her chin up, her skinny, little ass way too flat for the pencil skirt she’s wearing. The haughty attitude she’s adopted since day one of my captivity is something I won’t forget. If or when I get out of here, the little bitch is going to pay for her part in all of this.
She tosses the tray down on one of the side tables and looks over at me, raising an eyebrow as she looks me up and down. I smile a mischievous grin at her and spread my legs apart, winking at her.
“You just missed Kris,” I tell her. “He certainly seemed to have missed me.”
I’ve watched how she looks at Kris, something I never paid attention to before my captivity. Whenever she comes around, I like to fuck with her as best as I can.
I watch her squirm at my words. Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I think she’s going to have the balls to say something, but her gaze drops quickly, and she shuffles off. But not before giving me one final death glare.
I chuckle lightly to myself as I make my way over to the tray. As soon as the smell hits me, my gut rolls. Nausea rises in my throat, and I have to bring a hand up to my mouth to keep the vomit from spewing as I rush to the toilet. My body heaves and shutters despite my stomach being empty.
Elbow on the edge of the toilet, I shake my head.
What the fuck was that?
I stand and wash my face, giving my teeth a quick brush. The sound of the chains jangling grates on my nerves, so I make it quick before heading back into the room. I eye the tray warily and approach it, but as soon as the smell of eggs hits me, my stomach twists again.
Not in the mood to puke anymore, I grab the bottle of water from the tray and go to the other side of the room.
