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Something inside me recoiled at her touch. I tried to shake my head and force myself up in the chair. This didn’t feel right. None of it.
The door opened behind her with a hiss, and movement came at the corner of my eyes. High heels and a long, tight black skirt came into view. Bright lights made it hard for me to see.
“Isn’t she beautiful, Mel?” the woman who cupped me asked.
I lifted my gaze to the strange woman, watching her come closer. She said nothing, just stared down at me.
“What…what is happening to me?” I whispered.
“You’re getting sold, honey,” the stranger murmured. “After all, it’s not every day we have Weylyn King’s daughter on the stage, is it?”
The woman in front of me smiled, then released my breast, tugging the red lingerie all the way down. “Lift.”
I didn’t move, trying to gather that slow, warped, insistent voice in my head. Still, it didn’t matter. She lifted my leg, worked the red bodysuit free, and cast it aside.
The brunette watched us as the black bodysuit was slipped over my feet and worked up my legs.
No.
Don’t do this.
Don’t…
I lifted my head to say the words rolling around in my head and caught the shine of glass. Through the window a man hanging by his hands kicked and bucked, tearing at the bonds. His face was half-hidden in darkness. But there was a glimpse of his face, a tortured, terrified stare. Those eyes fixed on mine.
“We have a lot of men bidding for you tonight and some lucky man is going to take you home for you to obey his every command.” She tugged the bodysuit over my stomach to cup my breasts. One hand was fed through the strap before the other followed.
“Who…who’s is that man?” I whispered, trying desperately to remember anything other than the heavy fog in my head.
The woman stopped, then glanced over her shoulder, which only made the man more desperate, pulling his hands until his spine bowed and the buttons on his shirt ripped.
“Oh, him.” She turned back, her lips curled into a tight smirk. “He’s no one…no one you need to worry about.”
His mouth was open, screaming words I couldn’t hear. But I wanted to hear them…I was desperate to hear them. I pushed forward. “I need to go to him.”
The room swayed as I stood from the chair.
“I don’t think so, honey. That man is dangerous.”
Dangerous? I shifted my gaze to him. The moment I did, that nagging sense of familiarity came rushing back. My heart boomed, flooding my veins with the rush.
“Let’s go, princess.” The redheaded woman gripped my arm and pulled me toward the door.
The brunette opened it, holding it for us to pass. But it was that man…the man with half a shadow for a face hanging there.
You want to scream? A man’s growl filled my head. Go ahead. I like the sound muffled against my hand.
My steps suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway. He lunged, the whites of his eyes almost neon in the dark. His mouth moved, stretching wide.
Hell…something. Hell…that’s what he was screaming. Anguish was written all across his face as he savagely lunged until the shackles snapped taut.
No!
He screamed.
NO!
“Keep going, princess.” The redhead murmured, pulling me forward.
