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I do.
Instantly.
Without a moment of uncertainty, hesitation. Free will.
"She's freshly caught,” he grumbles, with a tight smile that likely convinces nobody. “Will need some training, clearly."
Clearly, I wasn’t fast enough for him. Or graceful enough.
Good.
His audience only laughs.
On my knees, right next to the poor girl trembling on her corpse, I can't help but shiver as I stare at her.I want to tell her I’m sorry. That I wish I was the kind of person who could help. The kind of person who would have tried. But I can’t even get myself out of this mess, let alone anyone else.
You're next.
He's going to rape me by way of a corpse, in front of a dozen strangers, and there's nothing I can do about it.
The poor girl’s lips part and a long wail escapes her as she throws her head back, quaking uncontrollably.
"Five minutes and fifty seconds," the woman only a little taller than me sings happily. "I was closer. Pay up, Baron."
Junis grins mischievously and slides his hand across the table, setting a stack of what looks like coins, but twice as big, thicker and golden, at its center. “I’ll double it for you. My new gal against yours for fifty gold.”
So they can bet fifty apiece, but she’s not even worth one if she fills their expectation? Those people are revolting for so many reasons.
“If you dare, that is,” he adds casually.
Everyone sits a little straighter at the taunt. Whispers and chuckles abound, but I ignore them, my gaze cutting to the girl who's still on the tail end of her orgasm.
"Are you okay?" I whisper.
She's panting, but her eyelids flutter open and she grins goofily. "Never better."
Right.
She's fucking out of it—and not just because of her climax. I know the look. She's been given…something. Molly, acid, or even some date rape drug.I don’t know what, but she doesn’t seem in her right state of mind. Her eyelids flutter over bloodshot eyes, she’s unfocused, and sounds a million miles away.
Which is not the worst thing, given the situation. If I’d ever wish I could get high, it would be now. Maybe what’s indubitably going to come next wouldn’t be as horrific.
Or maybe she just came like a freight train and she liked it. My own situation is coloring the entire experience for me.Maybe she’s here because she wants to be, right? I remember my first thought about the girls coming out of the basement; sure, they looked high, but they didn’t seem particularly traumatized. I thought they got paid for it.
I’ll give you one gold.
Don’t spoil my pet.
Or maybe not.
"Pretty Natalie here has been coming for two hours nonstop," one of the men around the table says. "That gives her an advantage. Your new toy looks freshly plucked, tightly wound. She'll blow much faster. I say, a hundred on the new girl losing."
"What's your name, sweet cheeks?" someone else asks me.
I only stare defiantly, glad to not be forced to spill it out.Junis is apparently the only one with the power to bend me to his will.
I guess I only need to cut his tongue out.
"Who cares about her name?" Junis sounds bored. "Strip."
