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“Is that what you’re telling yourself, Rob?” He shook his head, pity creeping into his expression. “Find a slave. I won’t tell you again. You better leave here with someone tonight or come morning you won’t have a choice. Embrace yourself. It’s all you can do now.”
I crossed my arms over my chest as I glared at the slaves who took their turn walking to the stage. He had no idea what the fuck he was talking about. I wasn’t like the people here. I wasn’t sick; I just preferred other things…darker things. That wasn’t illegal, but perhaps not having to worry for once would be nice. Not that I was about to admit that to Elec.
“I hate you. I’ve hated you since back in college when you left me at the club to go home with those two blondes from that football team. Then, not a year later when you beat me out for that internship with Trux. You didn’t even need it. I had appearances to keep up, you know.”
“I did you a favor. You would have hated it all. You did just fine with Dawson LX. Hell, you’re fucking nearly running that place.”
“I still hate you. The blondes; you could have shared.”
“You were under too much heat over the brunette you took home the week before. Jesus, Rob. Are you not seeing a pattern?”
“I wouldn’t have hurt them. Josie just wanted the cash and hated my father. If anything, that one was politically motivated. I’m telling you, you got this all wrong. What happened with those blondes?”
Elec let out a breath. “I gave one to Trevor. He married the cuter, insatiable one. Timber? I can’t remember if that was her name; it was too long ago, and I haven’t seen him in a decade. Why are we even talking about this? Take a look at what’s before you now. You won’t find anything better. Not just in looks, but in behavior. We train the females slaves well. For any situation, really. They know they’ll probably die, but if you didn’t want to go that far, one could make you happy. They’d even be grateful.”
“If I wanted to settle for one person, I’d marry Lesli Morrison like my dad wants.”
“She is quite the looker. Excellent pedigree.”
“I’m not interested in bloodlines. Besides, I’ll never marry.”
“Do. Don’t. Whatever floats your boat. If you do find that it becomes appealing for your life here, the chapel is on the fourth floor. We offer everything, so long as it stays secret behind these walls, and keeps your ass out of trouble. We’re a one stop shop for pretty much anything.”
“I’ve noticed. Fucking stables, Elec? Seriously? Are you planning on hosting a hunt? A rodeo? This place is beyond fucked up.”
“Actually, yes. Our human hunts are Mondays, Thursdays, and Sundays. If you thought bestiality was bad, you haven’t explored this place thoroughly enough. I encourage you to look around. Broaden your mind. Accept there are things in this life we can’t help. Why hide from them or continue living in the hell of denial? You’re fucked up; I’m fucked up; We’re all fucked up. It is what it is. Accept and embrace. It’s the only way.”
“You sound like a twisted postcard or commercial.”
“I guess I do. I’m proud of this place. If you saw how far we’ve come in the last year and a half, you’d understand. It’s quite amazing, really.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much.” My head shook, but my stare stayed ahead. A new white veil appeared, just the same as the rest. Where most had skittered to the stage, she walked tall, despite her average height. There was nothing rushed about her. One step. Another. Her hips swayed as men reached out grabbing, but she didn’t so much as give them notice. Red hair shone through the sheer white, and my eyes narrowed as I took in her nude, curvy form. Porsha had had red hair, but not like that. Where my lifelong friend’s was more orange, this woman’s was more of a deep mahogany. Not to mention, it was longer and wild with tight curls. Not close to Porsha, but close enough to interest me as I watched her reach the stage and drop the top down to reveal her face.
Ivory skin was flawless. Maybe I expected freckles like Porsha, but I didn’t see any from where I sat. She had overly full lips and big, round eyes. Whatever their color was, I couldn’t tell, but they didn’t appear brown.
A slight buzz to my chair had my gaze snapping down. My light was on from bidding. I threw Elec a look, even angrier than when I’d been told I had to come here. There wasn’t anything wrong with me. I didn’t want a slave. I didn’t want anyone.
“You seriously didn’t just do that.”
“You like her.”
“You’re wrong.”
“I’m never wrong, Rob. I can’t afford to be in the Gardens.” He hit the button again. “You like her; you need someone. It works. Kill her if she doesn’t make you happy. Kill her if she does. I don’t care but have a slave as an outlet because you’re not allowed back to the outside world until you face who or what you are.”
“Did I say I hate you because I fucking despise you right now.” I knocked his hand away, replacing it with mine.
“You’re just mad because as much as you want to control your urges, you’re having trouble. I saw the cuts and bruises you left on Porsha. I’m surprised you didn’t break her neck. You lost it, Rob, and you can’t afford to do that up there. You don’t have to worry about it anymore.” He stood. “I know you don’t like being here but accept this life. You may come to find it helps you out in here,” he said, tapping against his temple, “a lot more than you could imagine. Then you can go home and return when you need to. That’s why we’re here…to help.”
“Go help Mr. Fredricks. I saw that weirdo earlier. I hate how we all associate in the same circles. He’s a doctor for crying out loud. What’s he even doing here? Working? Keeping tabs on me for my dad?”
Elec threw me a look, shaking his head. He couldn’t go into detail if he wanted to. That’s not how the role of the Main Master worked. Secrets between him and the people who paid for their spot required a level of privacy I expected myself.
“Master Sixty-three. He bypassed the w1’s and went right for the d2’s off in the back. He just bought a cute little brunette with a bob cut. Pickup won’t be any time soon for him, and it has nothing to do with the money. I believe he’ll be one of our long-term Masters, but…” Elec’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll see how this first slave turns out for the dear ol’ doctor. I’m a bit weary of him. I think he has more secrets than the ones he’s disclosed.” He paused. “Better get to clicking, Rob, or you’re going to lose your slave.”
“Stop worrying about me. Go work or something.”
He laughed, winking. “Breakfast at The Six. It’s on floor nineteen and by invite only. I’ll put you down. Eight o’clock.”
