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He makes a move to push out his chair. “No. Stay here. It’ll look odd if you follow me every place I go. It doesn’t even happen with the slaves.”
His eyes bore into mine. Anger bubbles at the surface and I know he wants to lash out. To yell at me for wanting to do something stupid.
It’s not stupid, though. What would be stupid would be to have him guard me all evening.
“I don’t like this. Can’t you hold it?” He growls.
I stand up, keeping my face blank and brushing the side of my slicked back, black hair. “I’ll only be a moment. If she comes back and notices me, it won’t matter any way. We’ll be caught. I’ll be back in a moment.” I lean down and kiss his cheek, trying my best to act the part of the rich and spineless wife of the slave master.
I keep my gaze unfocused as I count the steps to the ladies’ room. I’ve walked these halls and counted my steps more times than I want to know. Thankfully, there’s no line when I reach the restroom. If this were an hour later, the line would have been ten people deep. The other restroom is hidden, not known to the guests and therefore, not something I want to explore this evening.
I slip inside, pushing the door closed with the toe of my foot. I twist the small lock with my finger then turn around, planning my palms against the cobalt blue counter. The cool tiles sink into my blood and release a shiver down my body. I pull my dress up to my waist and sit down on the toilet, relieving myself as one of the million horrific memories comes back to my mind.
Día de los Muertos– One year ago
I shiverin my black and red dress. I’ve been freezing all night. The temperature these last few weeks have been cooler than normal. But of course, Santiago has me dressed in the tiniest outfit possible.
The top is a corset piece with a rounded neck that accentuates the cleavage that has blossomed since I had Lilah last year. Santiago uses it to his advantage, dressing me in low cut tops most of the time. The corset is tightened to where I cannot even take a full breath. I stand winded all evening, feeling uneasy and uncomfortable.
The bottom half of the dress flairs out, a mixture of tulle and silk pleating out, making me even more uncomfortable. Santiago forbade undergarments this evening, leaving me freezing and uncomfortable for the duration of the night.
I do my best to control my shiver as I stand next to Santiago. I stare at the creamy wall ahead as he speaks with Mr. Slavik about tonight’s upcoming bidding.
“I’ve got a blonde girl that I think will be perfect for you tonight, Mr. Slavik.”
I can feel Mr. Slavik’s eyes pass over me. “You do not mean your own blonde slave, do you not?”
Santiago places his hand around my waist, leaving rot in its wake. It feels like my skin deteriorates and becomes tainted as his large fingers pass over my back. “Ah, you have an eye for my Ivy? Most do.” He chuckles, creating shiver to raise the skin on the back of my neck.
“She is a spectacular creature. Is she the one you speak? The blonde girl?” Mr. Slavik asks with excitement in his tone. Nausea bubbles in my stomach. I’ve heard stories of Mr. Slavik. Mr Slavik likes slaves because he likes to kill them. He is a sadist.
“Ivy is not for sale.” Santiago’s tone turns possessive, authoritative.
“I see. Do you share? I would enjoy to try her out. Or just maybe have one taste.” His Russian accent can barely get his words out over his building lust.
I work to swallow down the barely there saliva in my throat. My senses are drying up, becoming numb. Preparing what I know is going to be a horrific night.
Santiago doesn’t respond, but I can feel him contemplating. To deny Mr. Slavik of anything would be a slap in the face. He is one of his best and most wealthy customers. But Santiago has also never shared me. He has always been overly possessive and even jealous when it comes to me. He likes to taunt others while dressing me in barely there clothing, but if someone looks too long, he might plunge a fork in your eye. If their hand grazes against me, they lose that hand.
For Mr. Slavik to actually ask to have me, well, I’m a little more than curious to see how he will respond to this. Santiago’s greatest customer.
“Mr. Slavik…” Santiago sounds flustered, off kilter. “I don’t usually share. Mostly this one. She is special to me.” Santiago’s hand caresses my side, and I blink away the thought of curling away from his hand.
“I see. I see. But Mr. Fernandez, Santiago. I travel across the world to purchase from you. Because you, Mr. Fernandez, are the best. Every time I come here, my eyes cannot help but glance at your toy and admire her. Her body, her face. She is exquisite. Is she not? Maybe you allow one taste tonight, and then I will buy this blonde you speak of. And then we will not speak of this again.”
“Deal.” Santiago says, not even giving it a second to think it over.
The blonde will be popular. She hasn’t spoken to me, but I’ve seen her in passing. She is a beautiful girl. One of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. Every man will bid on her tonight, and her price will be very high. With their deal just now, Mr. Slavik has agreed to paying a very high price for the blonde.
And I am the pawn.
“Follow me.” Santiago says, pulling me out of the great room and down the hallway.
“Wait one moment, please. Let me grab my wife.” My eyes burn with his sentence. Having him around to do who knows what is painful enough, but to have a heartless woman also be present is enough to send me over the edge.
Santiago pauses while Mr. Slavik walks over to a nearby table and gets his wife’s attention, pointing towards us and helping her out of her seat. For once, Mrs. Slavik’s interest looks peaked. Whereas usually, she looks bored, almost dead.
The four of us walk down the hallway, and Santiago walks us into the bathroom. It is a large bathroom, but sticking us four in here makes it claustrophobic. I stand in front of the toilet, unsure on what I’m supposed to be doing. I’ve been given no orders. I’m not in our usual room. I’m with two strangers.
