“It’s in,” Evan informs him and stands. Walking behind the chair, he messes with the tank, and her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she relaxes into the chair. “Like I said, some need more than others. It’s not an exact science, but the mind and body can be manipulated.”
“She’s as stubborn as they come,” the Lord grunts.
Her body is slick with sweat, and she’s trembling. She looks like a sacrifice, and in a way, I guess she is. Everett was handed over to be a sex slave for the rest of her life. She’s a founder. Who knows how long she’ll live like this. She was what, nineteen, twenty? She could live until she’s ninety. Take her out of the world and any harmful situation, and she will live a very long life with the enhancements she was born with. Plus, who knows what they’re putting in her system that will contribute to that.
Evan gets my attention as he rips off the gloves, throws them away, and then puts stickers on her chest and her wrists, right up to the restraints. “This is going to track her heart rate and rhythm. It will tell us how many times she orgasms.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a Sharpie and pops the lid. “And this tells the audience who she is.” He then writes 111 across her stomach.
All of a sudden the 111 on her hip when we were on theIsabellamakes sense. Something tells me that motel room she uses isn’t a coincidence either.
Tossing it to the side, Evan grabs the remote and pushes a button, and the fucking machine turns on. The dildo in her pussy makes long, slow strokes while she sits there, forced to take it.
The muffled sound of her panting and moaning fills the room before the older Lord turns to Evan. “I trust she’s in good hands?”
“Absolutely. She’s not going anywhere. I’m going to make her my very own personal doll and devote all my time to her.” He reaches out and lovingly rubs the top of her head while her tear-filled eyes look up at him, silently begging him to help her. “She’ll sell for a record-breaking amount when I’m done with her.”
The door opens, and the kid from the beginning of the video pops his head in. “May I speak to you for a second?”
“Please excuse me,” Evan tells the Lord and exits the room, shutting the door behind him.
The Lord looks her over, tilting his head to the side before he slowly walks around her with his arms crossed over his chest. Coming to a stop next to the chair, he says, “You’re going to love your new home, Eve.” Her eyes find his, and she thrashes in the chair while her chest heaves. “I bet you wish he would have killed you.” He runs his fingers along a fresh cut on her side. The dried blood still remains. “You’ve been lucky for far too long. Now your luck has run out.”
The door opens and Evan returns. “How about a tour of the facility?” he offers the Lord. “If you have some time to spare, of course. I don’t want to keep you if you have somewhere to be.”
He glances down at Eve for a second. “What about her?” It’s like he thinks she’s going to disappear if he takes his eyes off her.
Evan removes his cell from his pocket, and the sound of a woman gagging fills the concrete room, along with men grunting. “She’s not going anywhere. Plus, I can track and control everything from my phone.”
The Lord seems satisfied with that. “I’ve got time.” They both exit the room, laughing to one another while they leave her strapped to the fucking chair, all alone.
The video comes to a stop and the three of us spin around to face Bill and Adam. I see Gavin has entered the room while we were watching the tape. Where the fuck did he come from?
“What the fuck is going on?” Haidyn snaps at Bill. “Why in the fuck was my father in this room with Eve?”
Adam squares his shoulders and answers. “Because…Everett is your sister.”
“Half sister,” Bill corrects him.
Silence blankets the room at their confession. Saint and I both look at our brother.
Bill sighs and adds, “She was the woman you chose to save when you were forced to pick.”
“Pick for what?” Saint beats me to it.
I can’t seem to speak at the moment; my mind is trying to process everything I just saw.
Haidyn stares at them unblinkingly. His face has paled, and he looks stunned. Finally, he blinks, taking a step back. Then he runs a hand down his face, sighing. “Sophomore year at Barrington. My initiation. My father made me choose between two women. I had to kill one. I chose the other.”
“I bet you wish he would have killed you.”
I turn, fully facing him. “Wait.” I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “So this whole time, you’ve known who she is?” I demand. Heknew she was his fucking sister and never told me?He knew her before I met her on theIsabella?
“No,” Haidyn growls. “They were chained up in the basement of Carnage. Both were naked but had collars and hoods on. I never saw their faces. They were gagged so I never heard their voices.” He closes his eyes and hisses. “Goddammit.” When they open, he narrows them on Bill. “The kid in the beginning of the video had a hood, and she was wearing a metal collar. This was the same night, wasn’t it? After I chose to spare her life, our father sent her here? Garrett kicked her and said he didn’t want to see her again.” He doesn’t allow Bill to answer before he continues. “He was mad that I didn’t kill them both. Told me that women are no use to me unless I’m fucking them. That they are only for pleasure and reproduction.”
“This was the same night,” Bill agrees.
“So she was at Carnage?” Saint asks, confused. “How did we never know that Garrett had another child?”
“We rarely stayed there.” Adam is the one who answers.
