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So when one of his men came to get me from my room and bring me to him, I honestly didn’t know what to expect. Would I walk in on an orgy? Would I be forced to join some sick, depraved feast of flesh with his other slaves? With his colleagues? Will this be the moment he throws me down and breaks me—and in front of an audience?
All these different possibilities…
And yet none of them prepared me for the shock of seeing Demyen—and Pavel—sitting there on Master’s favorite couch.
“It’s almost unfair, isn’t it?” Master muses out loud, pressing my hips to turn me around and show me off to his guests.“That someone who spews such filthy lies could grow to be so beautiful.”
Demyen’s only response is an uninterested grunt.
And now, it makes sense. Master did warn me.Don’t get any ideas about asking him for help. He’s the last person in this world who will help you.
Demyen is the one who sold me to Raizo, who then sold me to Master. He’s not here for any other reason than “quality assurance,” I suppose.
The part of me that died at the hands of his betrayal is too far gone to care.
The part of me that refuses to let hope die—hope that this is somehow all a big mistake, hope that this is just a nightmare, hope that Demyen might still love me—wants to curl up into a ball and cry.
Shit.I feel the tears stinging my eyes already.
It doesn’t help that I’m wearing this ridiculously skimpy maid’s outfit. At first, I almost thought Demyen wanted me to look him in the eyes… but that was clearly a mistake on my part. He won’t lift his gaze to stare at my barely-concealed breasts, let alone my face.
Instead, he’s just sort of… studying the tiny skirt around my hips, I guess.
“I was so tempted to fuck her the second I brought her here, but…” Master chuckles. “It’s been far more entertaining to draw things out. Break her in, bit by bit. She was a hellcat when we started but, as you can see…”
When he pats his lap, I want to run. I want to leap through the nearest window and justrun.
But instead, I stick to my original game plan and do as he says. I don’t want to test his temper while the tensions are high. I carefully lower myself onto his lap.
Master is putting me on display. Like I’m some trophy he wants to brag about.
And Demyen just sits there, staring at me. Glaring at me.
Hating me.
“This is also why I haven’t killed Greg Everett yet.” Master slowly rubs his hands on my thigh. “I’m going to enjoy the look on his face when he sees what I might do.”
Oh, God.Is that what this sick bastard is planning? Kidnapping my father so he can torment both of us at the same time? If that’s the case, I honestly don’t know if I’ll survive it.
Or if I’ll allow myself to survive long enough for him to see it through.
Demyen watches the trail Master leaves on my skin with his nails, the faint red marks joining several darker bruises on the insides of my thighs. “I have to admit, you’ve disappointed me there,” he remarks.
He doesn’t sound disappointed, just… disinterested.
Master’s hands stop. Just for a moment, but long enough for me to catch the fact that he’s a bit thrown. “Oh?”
“All your power, all your resources, all your intel… and Everett’s walking around without a scratch on him.” Demyen rolls his shoulder. “Well, none fromyou, anyway.”
“Need to keep him feeling comfortable. Confident. That way, when I pull the rug out from under him… It’s better, see?”
Honestly, I don’t actually care what happens to my dad. There’s been zero attempt on his behalf to come find me, just like when I disappeared into Demyen’s home. And speaking of power, resources, and intel, mydetectivefather has plenty of all that at his disposal.
But he can’t bother to investigate his own daughter’s disappearance?
He probably knows exactly where I am. But because of everything said and done in that small room of The Meridian, he probably doesn’t fucking care.
Or, even more likely?
