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When eventually he does, I gasp for breath. His hand doesn't move from my neck, though, his fingers remain, brushing softly where he’d applied the pressure.
“All trainers are supposed to wear masks while they are in the rooms with their students. We are meant to keep our identity secret. But from that very first day I saw you, I decided that I wanted you to remember me. When your new master has you, I want you to see my face. When he touches you, when he fucks your virgin tight pussy sore, and when you close your eyes, I’ll always be with you, Muñequita. I made you what you are, and I’m sad to see you leave,” he confesses. “Save a little space in your nightmares for me, darling.” He kisses my cheek tenderly and then slips something over my head that plunges me into darkness.
I’m forced forward, trusting my trainer to guide me so I don’t trip. It’s strange walking in shoes. I'd forgotten what it felt like.
I get led down some stairs, and the ground beneath me eventually changes from being flat to uneven and crunchy when I feel cool air swirl around my body.
“Lower your head,” he instructs, pushing me down and urging me forward, and that fresh air suddenly turns stuffy. Strange smells that hint at familiarity invade my nostrils, and I feel around in front of me until my palms are met with something cool and smooth. Leather?
I take a seat in what I assume is a car, and it’s not long until we’re moving. I still sense him beside me, although we aren’t touching, and I realize this is it. I’ve left the room, and soon, I'll be leaving him too. How is it possible to feel relief and terror all at the same time?
It seems like a long time before the car comes to a halt, and I hear the door opening.
“Come, Muñequita.” His hand slides into mine, and I grip it tight because I need him to guide me through the darkness. He leads me out of the car and into what I assume is another building. I can hear voices and music. The walls feel narrow, although I can’t see them, and I squeeze my trainer’s hand in fear until I hear a door shut and the noises fade.
He slowly slides the sack off my head, and I blink wildly as my eyes adjust to the bright white lighting.
“This will be your room until the guard comes to get you,” he explains as I take in the space around me. It looks like a dressing room you’d see behind the scenes of a movie. “He will lead you onto the podium. You will stand for a few moments while the buyers admire you. When the red light comes on, you must remove the dress and then your underwear. The bids will begin, and the green light will show when a final price has been reached. Nod if you understand.”
Suddenly I feel so cold. I want to scream, to run and escape, but all I can think about is Clara and what they did to her, so I nod my head.
“Goodbye, Muñequita, you have been my greatest torment.” My trainer's lips touch my forehead for the last time before he walks out the door, and I hear the sound of a lock trapping me inside.
All five of us pack into the back of the cage after we’ve parked half a mile from the location. I can feel the tension steaming off Storm. Maddy's fingers are moving frantically over the three keyboards that she has in front of her, her eyes switching between monitors, while the rest of us stay silent and let her do her thing.
“There,” Maddy twists one of the monitors to me. “Two on the front door, one at the rear.” I look at the grainy images on the screen. She’s managed to hack the security system so we can see what their CCTV sees. “That’s the auction room. One of the cameras faces the podium, so as soon as Riley steps up, Storm can confirm it’s her, and we can tell you to bid,” she explains.
“Don’t go over the $400,000,” Prez reminds me.
“And what if the bids go higher?” Storm's foot taps against the cage floor anxiously.
“Then Maddy will find out the name and address of the buyer, and we’ll get to her in a different way,” Jessie cuts in, assuring Storm. The kid is looking ready to start a fucking war.
“Our guy explained that you have a button in your booth. Each time you press it, you up the bid by five grand. When you know it’s Riley, don’t be too keen. Fast bidding makes the lot more desirable to the others. Some men in there have money to waste. They will buy just for the thrill of winning.”
I nod my understanding, and when a loud, powerful engine noise comes from outside, everyone except Prez looks surprised.
“What the hell’s that?” Jessie asks, looking concerned.
“That is Alistair Stewart’s ride,” Prez smirks, sliding open the door and hopping out. I look at Jess curiously and follow him outside, greeted by a smug-looking Nyx, who's resting his ass on the hood of a fluorescent-orange Lamborghini.
“What the fuck?” Jessie’s jaw drops open as Nyx tosses me the keys. “Plates have been changed. She drives like a fuckin dream.”
I look at the car, impressed. She's beautiful, elegant, and classy. The complete opposite of me.
“Can’t get a man all dressed up and then drop him off in a cage now, can we?” Prez points out.
“You stole this?” Maddy crosses her arms and looks at Nyx judgingly.
“I borrowed it. I’ll take it back when we’re done,” he promises. “Figured you’d be busy, so I got Alex back at the club watching out for a report,” he tells her. “Just don't drive it like you stole it.” Nyx is still grinning when he flicks his attention back to me.
How else you supposed to drive a fucking Lambo?
“And the real Alistair Stewart?” Prez checks.
“In the trunk,” Nyx nods across the street to a car that I’ve only just noticed parked up. Troj salutes us from the driver’s seat.
“And he’s alive before you ask,” Nyx wobbles his head at Maddy, who is looking far from impressed. “For now.”
