“I’ve got a few things to discuss with you all anyway, so shut up and fucking eat.”
The threat was real. I wasn’t about to risk being put back on that miserable diet. I shoved the food into my mouth, savoring every bite like it was my last meal on death row. The grease from the bacon coated my tongue, rich and delicious.
My taste buds sprang back to life. The eggs were soft and buttery, comforting. And the toast was crisp, warm, and slightly sweet, sending goosebumps racing across my arms.
Of course, I was still concerned about Becca, but I needed to get something nutritious into my stomach. Not only was I going out of my mind from hunger, but I had to keep up my strength. I knew her injuries weren't fatal, but they were still shocking to look at.
Slash marks, bruises, blood….she was a walking canvas of pain. Eventually, I was heading to the training room too. I could only imagine what was in store for me.
I still didn't understand why Hector kept me here, in his apartment, apart from the others; but dwelling on that question would not bring me peace—just more anxiety.
I glanced at my friend.
She was eating slowly, clearly in pain, but she wasn't resisting what was on her plate. That gave me a sliver of relief. I felt less guilt while swallowing down my breakfast.
Layla ate everything on her plate without looking at Becca once. She always tried to stay quiet and unnoticed anytime she was in our presence. I didn't think any less of her because she completely ignored Beck and her injuries. She had her own problems to deal with. After whispering to me earlier, I knew she was also another one of Hector's victims, just like us. She wasn't the enemy, and she wasn't a threat. The asshole sitting across from me was the fucking issue.
Hector cleared his throat, pushing his plate aside.
"Okay, ladies," he said. "It's time to explain what the next steps are for all of you."
His gaze rested on me.
"Becca has undergone more intense training sessions because she has a very wealthy buyer interested in purchasing her, and I want to deliver an excellent product."
I almost choked on my bacon listening to this evil monster.
I felt like I had just gotten punched in the stomach. A gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it.
"No!"
Pointing at me, he said in an icy tone.
"You shut the fuck up. You'll know your fate in a few minutes. Now keep that mouth quiet or we go back to the broth, and I will fuck you in the ass every night until you can't hold your shit in."
My stomach flipped. Nausea climbed up my throat, threatening to send my breakfast spilling across the table. I gripped the edge of the chair, my knuckles throbbing, doing everything I could to keep from vomiting.
My mind was spiraling.
Over and over, I imagined plunging a knife into his throat and watching his blood paint the damn floor. He was nothing but garbage. A breathing sack of shit in designer shoes.
He turned his attention back to Becca and pointed.
"Let me finish explaining what's going to happen. The man interested in you has peculiar tastes. He’s going to make you bleed. That's why you've been slashed; you're being conditioned to obey and submit, no matter how degrading or painful your life becomes. Once you are sold, you will call him master. He will own you, and your life will be in his hands."
He rubbed his chin with an annoying, cocky smirk on his face. "Your test results came back negative weeks ago, so once my doctor puts you on birth control later today, you'll be passed between Juan and Julio for the next fourteen days with no break in between. I need to make sure you're prepared for what's waiting when you leave here. Your new master expects a fully trained slave—and I always deliver. My brothers will use every hole in your body, every day, until you're broken in, and when you're done, you'll thank them. Do you understand?"
Becca didn't speak.
A torrent of tears slipped silently down her face, splashing onto the table. She didn't scream or protest. She just nodded, her voice barely audible.
"Yes, sir, I understand."
His gaze snapped back to me.
"And you, princess." He smiled slowly, cruelly. "You'll stay here, living under my rules, and your new title will beslave. You're no longer just a product, but my personal slave, and I will use and abuse you as much as I want."
My blood turned to ice.
