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“I was kept and trained, just like you,” she starts to explain. “The day of my auction, I saw an opportunity to run. My trainer didn’t drug me the night before, and while I was getting prepared, I had a memory of my father. He was crying and holding my hand. I remembered that my mother was dead, and it was just me and him. I couldn’t bear to think of him alone.”
A lone tear slips from her bright green eye onto her rosy cheek while the other eye remains dry.
“I had to escape, so I ran, and then I was caught.”
“What did they do?” My bottom lip trembles while I await her reply.
“My trainer held my face against the furnace in the kitchen until I passed out from the pain,” she speaks so simply about such an awful ordeal, and my heart breaks for her.
“I guess no one would want to pay for me now, so my job is here, preparing girls like you to leave.”
“There are others? How many?” A lump lodges in my throat and starts to swell.
“Lots, and if what I hear from the trainers is true, there are many locations just like this one.”
“Clara, how long have I been here?” I ask again as she helps me out and wraps a towel around my chest.
“I don’t know, I only ever see the girls that leave, but it’s been such a long time since I prepared the last girl to leave your room,” she answers sadly.
“I’m scared,” I admit, surprised when Clara wraps me up in her arms.
“I always wish I’d have left when I was supposed to. You don’t know who’s going to own you next. Maybe it will be worse, but there is that small hope that it will be better.” She smiles that sad smile at me again.
“My trainer says my new master will take my virginity.”
“Then I hope he is kind with it,” she whispers before releasing me from her arms and gesturing for me to lie down on the white clinical couch on the other side of the room.
“Now, I’m afraid this part won’t be as pleasant as the bath.” She stirs a small wooden stick in a pot of what looks like hot wax and looks back at me awkwardly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jessie is fuming as he marches toward his old lady, and me and Prez follow him into his cabin.
“Never got the chance to. I don’t see much of you these days, Jessie,” Maddy answers him with sass, and it seems to knock him speechless.
Jessie slides a hand through his medium-length, dirty blonde hair and pulls out a chair from the table, flipping it around so he can straddle the seat.
“So you’re gonna be our inside man?” Alex looks at me as she gets up from the table where she’s been working and heads straight for Jessie’s spare bedroom. “I’d have put money on Squealer wanting to go in,” she laughs back at us.
“He’s a changed man these days,” Jessie assures her, still looking at his old lady. It’s rare to see Jessie spooked, but just lately, he gets that look whenever he’s around her.
“This is the one with your name on it,” Alex comes out of the bedroom carrying a suit bag.
Do they seriously expect me to wear a fucking suit?
“Where did you even get that?” Jessie asks the exact question I was thinking.
“You all wore tuxedos to Nyx and Ella’s wedding, remember? I got them all dry cleaned and kept hold of them. You never know when you’re gonna need a tux,” Maddy shrugs.
“Girl’s got a point.” Prez nods his head in agreement, taking the coffee she hands him.
“Now, when you get to the auction, they are gonna want to see some ID,” Prez starts.
“I got you covered,” Mads interrupts with a huge smile. She provides me with a driving license. It's my mugshot, but all the details I guess belong to Alistair Stewart. “I know you guys look alike, but it’s the fine details like these that guarantee success,” she winks at me.
“As I was saying.” Prez gives her a stern look for interrupting him. Kinda like a proud but irritated father. Prez looks at Maddy like another daughter. Anyone can see that.
“You will be given a booth number and asked for your bank details. Maddy is working on that right now.” All our eyes go to Maddy, who is distracted, staring sadly at Jessie until she’s suddenly reminded what she should be doing.
“Oh, right, yeah. Working on it.” Maddy takes a seat at the table and puts on her glasses.
