“Yes, but they all three fuck you, no?”
Ashtyn stiffens, and I feel my pulse race at the woman’s question.
“A Lord is allowed to share his chosen with whoever he wants,” Ashtyn speaks softly.
“Are you being cautious?”
Ashtyn frowns as if she doesn’t understand what Laura is asking. I know exactly what she means.
“I doubt Saint would be happy if one of the others knocks you up.” Laura goes on.
“Oh, no, that wouldn’t happen.” She shakes her head.
“And why is that?” Laura tilts her head to the side.
“They…” Ashtyn trails off.
“I see.” She writes something down in her notebook. “They don’t fuck you vaginally.”
I don’t know why, but the thought of Haidyn being with her makes me jealous. I know he wasn’t a virgin, but I still don’t like that he was with his best friend’s girl. Maybe it’s because she’ll always be part of his life. There will be no escaping her. She lives at Carnage now where Haidyn will eventually return to. He’ll see her every day. And makes me wonder if Saint still shares her with hisbrothers.
And that brings up another question…will Kashton and Haidyn share whoever they are with, with Saint as well? I just see these women being tied to the Spade brothers’ beds while they go from room to room each taking a turn.
“Would you say that you care about Kashton and Haidyn the same as you do for Saint?” Laura wonders.
“What kind of session is this?” she asks defensively.
“It just seems that they are willing to risk their lives for you, and I’m trying to figure out why.” She places her manicured nail on her chin. “It can’t be sex. Kashton and Haidyn have their own chosens. I’m wondering what you offer them that they can’t get elsewhere.”
I remember my friends telling me that Haidyn shared his chosen with another. He didn’t care about her, but a Lord never does. We’re just objects to play with.
Ashtyn crosses her arms over her chest.
“Show her,” Laura calls out.
“Show me what?”
A light comes on in the room next door. A window in the wall shows a man hanging from the ceiling.It’s Haidyn. My wide eyes go to his cuffed wrists that are strung above his head and secured to the chain. He’s shirtless just like in the last video they sent me. His jeans are low on his hips, his body stretched while it gently sways back and forth.
My hand covers my mouth when I see the blood that runs from his cuffed wrists. He’s covered in sweat, and white pads are stuck on his chest and abdomen. They are connected by wires to a machine that sits on a roller cart next to him. The hood is still over his head, and I bet he’s still gagged. How much time has passed since the last video they sent me of him when his father entered the room with three other Lords when they tased him?
His father did this to him. Because of her. He gave her a sedative instead of the adrenaline, and he’s the one being punished.
The door opens to the opposite room, and someone new enters with a black cloak and Lords mask on. “Who is that?” Ashtyn asks.
It’s Haidyn!How does she not know that?
The guy in the cloak turns on the machine and flips a switch. “Ready for your session?”
Haidyn doesn’t move or answer, and I blink, my eyes stinging watching him hang there. I hope he’s unconscious.
“Let’s turn it up this time. I think your last session was too easy.” He turns a knob, and the lights dim as Haidyn shakes, his legs kicking, muscles straining. They’re electrocuting him.
“Stop!” Ashtyn says, slamming her hands on the glass. “What the fuck is he doing? Why is he doing that?”
“Actions have consequences, Ashtyn.”
The switch is turned off, and Haidyn sags in the cuffs. He sways back and forth, the toes of his boots lightly touching the concrete floor while his abs flex at his heavy breaths.
