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Something told me the hard part was far from over. The hot topic of discussion in this small parlor room was sex, sex, sex, and more sex. The well-oiled, muscle-bound self-proclaimed stallions bragged about their techniques for ‘taking a bitch’. Others explained some new moves they had practiced for weeks. It was like one grand production, and these were the actors preparing to enter the stage and perform for the adoring crowd.
I, on the other hand, tapped my feet against the wooden floor and fidgeted with my sweaty hands. I just lost my virginity a month ago. Now I was expected to have sex with some random person I didn’t know, and maybe even women too? Shudders.
The only thing that kept me from hauling ass to that open garden and climbing the gates to freedom was that I didn’t want to make Thorsten look bad. A part of me knew he would never approve of someone other than him as my partner.
A man entered the room and called out three names, thankfully not mine, and one of the muscled hunks approached the door along with two women who twirled their ruffled dresses and prepped their spiral curled hair.
I was curious as to what they expected, but I wasn’t the only one. We piled at the door to get a good view of the ballroom floor the servants now set up like a stage with seats surrounding the center.
The muscled thrall grabbed the blonde first and tore at her dress, and by the look on her face, they did not expect it. She slapped him while the other woman, with light brown curls, backed away without leaving the stage. He wrapped his big hands around her throat, slamming her to the wooden floor of the stage.
She beat at his thick arms, her face turning paler than the powder she had on before a bluish undertint appeared. The other girl, distraught and not knowing what to do, jumped onto his back, beating on his head until he shook her off like an ant.
Um…is anyone gonna stop this? This is so uncomfortable.
The woman flailed her arms about until her limbs fell limp at her sides.
He released her and stood. The audience gave a round of applause before transferring credits and speaking in their own language. It didn’t seem as if anyone here understood.
“Oh, no.” One foppish man covered his mouth.
“What’s going on?” I whispered to him.
“What does it look like? They’re testing the strength of their stallions and taking bets.”
Holy shit! I backed away from the door. Now I was ready to bolt. Did Thorsten know this would happen?
“Kal.” I turned to the sound of a familiar voice. It was Gio. “Your master requests your presence.”
My stomach dropped, but I didn’t want to think of the worst-case scenarios of why I was being summoned.
Okay, relax and calm down, I breathed. Find out what it is, then panic. I followed him out one of the other doors away from the ballroom and the stage. And just when I thought this place couldn’t get any more majestic, I was walking down a red and shiny green hall littered with old paintings on one side of the wall, while the other side was massive floor to ceiling windows overlooking the sea.
He opened the large door at the end of the hall and gestured for me to enter, and I did, cautiously. The door led to curved stone steps, which I traveled until Gio stepped ahead and opened a door at the landing, which was off to the sides almost as if hidden. I entered what looked like a bath area with little choice, and I turned to Gio, afraid, and ready to run.
“Get changed into that swimming gear.” He closed the door and stood there, watching me. I grabbed the simple navy-blue speedos off the wall, it looked to be about my size, but I saw nowhere I could change.
“I can't do this without you looking,” I said when he didn’t budge from the door.
“Just get changed and don’t keep your master waiting.”
I turned and removed my shirt and pants, but hesitated on my underwear. I couldn’t help but feel creeped out by him watching me. Especially now that I suspect he was the one who felt me up that morning.
“Everything.” He approached from behind, running his fingers along a scar on my back I had gotten during a diving accident years ago.
“Hey!” I backed away, almost tripping over one of the benches.
“Must be a sensitive spot for you?”
“No, I just don’t want you touching me,” I quickly slipped off my underwear and put on the suit as fast as I could.
“Once Thorsten leaves this world, everything he owns will be mine.” He said, stepping away. “His apartment, the wealth he gained here, his servants, and even his thrall.”
My breath hitched, but I didn’t want it to be so obvious.
“I’ve never fucked one of your kind before. It will be an experience.”
“You will never lay a hand on me.” I sneered. Did Thorsten mention leaving? I couldn’t remember everything that’s happened so far. Fear crept over me like tiny bugs crawling about my skin. The thought of Thorsten leaving me behind, returning home, maybe never to return, left me numb. I told myself that I would never rely on anyone and that I would steel my heart for when he ever decided to toss me aside. When did I grow to rely on him so much?
