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Nearly groaning, I headed over, dumping the blanket down next to her.
“Foot and hand. Hurry up.”
“Why are you so mad at me? Everyone’s so…mean. I don’t want to be here.” I wouldn’t look at her as she whispered. I wouldn’t feel her fear or pain. She didn’t exist. The slave was no one. A ghost. She was already dead.
I snatched her ankle, snapping the shackle around it. When I went to reach for her hand, she was already holding it out. I locked her in, storming back into the closet. There was so much feeling pounding my insides. Where I usually worked out to burn my energy, it was never this strong. Besides, I couldn’t do that here. Not right now.
Two dressers sat at the back of the closet, and I opened one, seeing it full of sexy lingerie and panties. The sight of the delicate lace, silk, and satin had me trailing my digit over them. They were my Mistresses…and she was mine. I’d see these on her.Charlotte Wyce.If I was lucky, I’d get to take them off. Nothing about that made me feel bad for being a slave. Charlotte Wyce.TheCharlotte Wyce. And mine.Us.
Shutting the drawer, I moved to the other dresser, pulling out a pair of briefs. I threw them back in, grabbing just a pair of cotton pajama bottoms that had a plaid print. Cotton. Nothing fancy. Nothing high-class. Slave. Me. Butherslave.
I hadn’t even realized I was smiling until it fell from my face at her watching me. Maybe I figured she was already asleep, but she was waiting. She needed me, and she’d told me to hurry.
“I’ll be quick, Mistress.”
“You better.”
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Ihated this life. How could a slave like me turn their back on one of their own? It made no sense and infuriated me to no end. The guy wouldn’t even look at me. He refused to meet my eyes or see what my face looked like. Each time he passed or turned the smallest amount my way, I wanted to wave toward him to try to get his attention. I know she said to ignore me, but weren’t we in this together?
No. Who was I kidding. I wasn’t even considered a slave, but worse, a weakling. And he had the dresser, not me. The guy’s spot was more cemented, and why wouldn’t it be? He was a God turned slave, and she was an angel turned Mistress. They were made in heaven but found each other in hell. What were the odds?
Water poured in the background, and I tried to get comfortable with the cold metal latched around my wrist and leg. I’d never get used to this. If it didn’t mean I’d die, maybe I would have prayed for something to remove them, but they were testament my heart still beat, and I wanted to live.
“Is that something I see other than fear, slave?”
My Mistress’s voice had me glancing to the end of the bed where she had her head propped up.
“I’m annoyed.”
“I can see that. What makes you angrier, your situation or my slave’s lack of attention towards you?”
Could I be honest? Did I have anything else to really lose? She was going to kill me anyway. I didn’t think she’d do it tonight.
“Both.”
“We deal with whatever the Fate’s throw at us. That’s what we women do. We rise or we fall during our time here. You, dear, are the fallen.”
“I didn’t choose to be taken.”
“Ooh, listen to that. She has some spark to her.” The Mistress turned to sit up on the edge of the bed. “You’re wrong. You chose it one way or another. You may not be aware of it, but your choices determined your outcome. The fact that you haven’t grown stronger or learned from them is what gets me. You should be tougher after all this, but you’re not. Fallen. There’s no hope for you. You gave up a long time ago.”
My mouth clamped closed because I knew she was right. How many times had I replayed the moments that led up to my abduction? Too many to count. Had I not ditched school, I would have never been walking down that road to go home. I wouldn’t have been taken. And it wasn’t just that. There were moments I could have fought. Times I could have done things differently. I took the easy way out. I didn’t stand up to anyone or face confrontation. Fear. It ruled me. Maybe it always would.
“There it is. You see. I knew if you were honest with yourself, you’d understand.”
“I do. What I don’t understand is why I’m here, or why you’re here. You’re going to kill me. I know that part. The ‘why’ is what I want to know. Don’t I at least deserve to know the truth?”
She laughed, sarcastically. “No.Because its none of your business. As it happens, it’s your lucky day. You want the answer to why I wanted you here…it’s about to present itself. You want truth. You can’t handle it, weakling, but you’re about to see anyway.”
The water turned off and the terror returned a billion-fold. I was sitting, scooting to the wall as my Mistress’s tall frame stood. She couldn’t have been more than five-feet-eight-inches, but she could have been seven feet for how much she terrified me.
“If you piss on my carpet, so help me, you’ll lick it up until it’s gone.”
“What will you have him do to me?”
What seemed like years went by before she crossed her arms over her chest.
