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“It's done. Like you said, you cheated the contract is fucking void. Get the fuck out of my house!” He growls at me and grabs hold of my arm. He drags me in the direction of the front door. He means now. He wants me gone immediately.
“Savage, please! Wait! Just wait a minute! Don't do this!” I beg him as I try to fall down, so he can't move me forward. Instead of letting me hit the ground he just lifts me up and carries me.
My heart fractures more and more the closer we get to the front door. “Please, Savage.” I turn my head as far as I can to look into his face. The mask is gone and now I see despair. He doesn't want this. “Savage, I'm yours. Don't do this.” I tell him, but he shudders a breath and opens the front door. Dropping me, so my ass hits the front step.
“This isn't the place for you. I'm not the man for you. Get out while you can.” He growls as he steps back.
“You're wrong, this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.” I retort and see the anguish on his face as he slams the door on me. I only have a tank top and shorts on, another outfit that he's given me. I sit with my back against the door and wait for Savage to come to his senses. The driver that had brought us here the first day comes up and tries to get me to leave. Every time he asks if I'm ready to go, I tell him no. Finally when the sky turns dark the driver picks me up and carries me to the car. I fight him every step of the way.
“Please don't take me away. Please. He doesn't have to be alone, I want him. I need Damon.” I sob when I can't fight any longer as he places me in the car.
“I think he might need you too. I'm so sorry.” The driver says and I look up into his face. He's one of the soldiers from the photo. Savage must be taking care of him. I cry as he drives me away from my not so savage beast.
Savage’s Thoughts
She sees who I am. The beast. The savage.
Heart open, soul bare, promises of forevermore.
No longer my perfect whore, instead, my Genesys.
Pain rips me open worse than before
now that my chance at joy sits right behind the door.
She's so close; if only I could open the door.
How did this happen? Less than two weeks and already I’m addicted to her. I had thought it was all for the money. That it was all for show. I should have known it wasn’t, not the way she’d blossomed like a rose for me. Or the way her eyes had lit up anytime she knew I was happy with her.
I can’t keep her. She’s only saying she wants to stay, because I traumatized her. She’s not thinking clearly. She’s too fucking perfect to stay with a demented maniac like me. No, I need to set her free.
I have to.
***One week later***
My body aches for her. My whore. I fucking need her. I’ve broken her just enough to mold her and now I’m just going to give her up. She’s been searching for me. The matchmaker told me she had come back and asked for me specifically. She wants this. My whore. My perfect fucking whore.
*** One month later***
I follow behind her where she can’t see me. I watch her ignore the world unless she can serve. She needs me. I know she does. If only I fucking deserved her.
***Three months later***
She’s. Fucking. Mine.
Chapter Twelve
Three months after Savage
My life feels empty. I had tried to throw myself back into my old life, but even sitting in the same room as some of the fake people I once tried to impress makes me want to gouge my own eyes out. Like a crazed fan obsessed with a celebrity I search endlessly for any information about Damon Savage. Everything I read further lets me know Savage is exactly who I think he is. Sure, he has violent tendencies, but he’s strong, selfless, and deserving of everything that I want for him. He deserves to be happy.
The second I had gotten back home, one point five million dollars was deposited in my bank account with a note that says the point five was for superb service. It had pissed me off. He was trying to pay me off like he didn’t feel something for me like I felt for him. I don’t want a tip. I want him.
When I couldn’t get any solid location information on Savage I’d gone back to the match-making agency. Marian’s so thrilled to see me she offered me an open seat at any of their further testings. I’d quickly told her that I wasn’t interested. Not now or ever. The only one I want is Savage.
Of course, she’d turned out to be another dead end, she said she wasn’t at liberty to give out his information. Everywhere I’d turned it felt like another door’s slammed in my face. Months of searching has completely drained me.
I had used the money to pay my tuition, but only one semester. I’m glad I did, because even as I practice for our opening recital my heart is no longer in it. I complete the steps and I shine among the group, but none of their oohs and ahhs hit me quite the same as the phrase ‘my good whore.’ Savage had broken me down to the core and rebuilt me into someone I didn’t know only to abandon me.
