"I've decided you'll be the fresh face of the compound. The sample my buyers get to taste. Your training starts with me tonight. We're hosting a masquerade party this week for the wealthy men eager to purchase a personal slave of their own, and I want you primed for them. They'll sample you, every one of them. And since your results came back clean weeks ago, tonight we start. You're mine to fuck and torture as I please."
My stomach sank. I knew this day was coming, but the thought made me sick, regardless.
He nodded toward Becca.
"She will bring in half a million dollars if the gentleman decides he wants her. You would too, green eyes, maybe more, but I want you here. Those eyes of yours are rare, and the men who pay top dollar will love to enjoy that fine pussy and ass; but not before me. I get first dibs."
Then, shifting his eyes to Layla, he added,
"You won't be in my bed for at least a month. Green eyes will take your place for now, but if I enjoy her, you will only join us when I want you to lick her snatch while Iplow your ass. I don't eat pussy; that's your job. You don't please me as much as you did, so I’ll make sure it hurts more than usual.”
He smirked at Layla.
"I love fucking a good pussy, but your ass is where I enjoy burying my cock because I know how much you hate it, and I love humiliating you. That's what you were trained for."
Layla said nothing. Just sat there broken and silent.
Although I was heartbroken for Layla, I felt the color drain from my face. I was going to take her place tonight. The ass-hole was beyond cruel to her, and now that was my fate. He was not made of human flesh.
He had to be some sort of fucking demon.
His voice took on a sharper tone, making me shudder with revulsion. "Now stop looking so glum," he sneered.
He clapped his hands, his tone mocking.
"You're all going to have glorious lives."
He threw his head back and laughed.
That sound, cold and loud—shook me to my core.
Becca wept quietly beside me. Layla looked shattered, and I felt like I had just been kicked in the ribs.
Hector stood, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small silver key and walked over to Becca first. He unlocked the collar from around her throat and threw it aside. Then he came to me and did the same.
I immediately scratched the hell out of my neck.
It was fucking itchy, and it drove me crazy the whole time I wore the annoying thing. I was happy he finallyremoved it. Becca dug at her skin, leaving multiple red streaks behind.
He looked at Layla.
"Go to your room. The guards standing outside will escort you. Take a shower. You'll be spending the next week in my brother's room, and you will do anything they ask. They've been warned not to go too far. Be thankful I at least care that much. You will also please my customers next week when they arrive. Having attended two parties in the past, you're aware of what the event entails, but my two new whores have no idea what they're in for. Now get the fuck out of here!"
Layla shot to her feet, head bowed, tears sliding down her cheeks as she shuffled toward the door. I watched her go, my heart ached for her.
She didn't deserve this. None of us did.
But Juan and Julio? I think they're much worse than Hector. They didn't seem able to control themselves unless their brother was there supervising. Juan was the worst. She wouldn't just be used; they would shatter her into a million broken pieces.
That goddamn voice thundered through the kitchen again.
"You two, shower. Twenty minutes is all you have, then birth control today."
He grinned wickedly.
"We don't want any unwanted pregnancies," he said, smirking, "though I may make an exception for you, green eyes. I have no children. A son with those eyes would be a magnificent gift."
You smug bastard!
