Evan’s eyes narrow on them. “After I’m done with her, you two will meet me in my office.” It’s not a suggestion.
“Yes, sir,” they both mumble.
He walks over to her, arms crossed over his chest. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
She slowly gets to her knees. He patiently waits for her to get to her shaky legs. Eve lifts her chin, looking him in the eye, and I see her reddened neck where she had the sheet wrapped around it, confirming what they said. “Fuck y?—”
He backhands her across the face, knocking her off her already unsteady feet. It wasn’t a hard hit, but she’s weak. “Secure her hands behind her back and prep her legs,” Evan commands.
She scrambles to get to her hands and knees. As one of the guys kneels to grab her leg, she manages to get a kick in, knocking him back on his ass.
The other one jumps on top of her, slamming her flat onto the concrete floor, face down, and he grabs her hands. Bringing them behind her back, he secures them with a brown leather belt and buckles it in place. “Hurry up,” he growls to the other one as he holds her down by her matted hair, smashing her face into the concrete floor.
“I’m trying,” he snaps, pulling something off his belt. He manages to pin one leg down and wraps the cuff around it, buckling it in place. Then he repeats the process with her other ankle.
“Leave,” Evan orders, and the two unlock the door before rushing out while he goes to stand by her. “Eve, Eve, Eve. What am I going to do with you?” he asks, kicking her side, forcing her onto her back.
She glares up at him with her septum piercing in place. There’s no timestamp on the video, so I don’t know how long she’s had it, but it looks to be the same ring that he pierced it with. “Kill me,” she offers.
He laughs and looks right at the camera. “Why would I do that? Our clients are loving the show you’re giving them. Big, tough girl who thinks she can win. It’s quite comical, really. How you continue to use so much energy fighting when it would be easier to just obey.”
She says nothing. Instead, she sits up to relieve the pressure on her back from smashing her arms.
“That’s why I have a gift for you.”
“No.” She tries to get her legs underneath her so she can get up, but he pushes her back down before she has the chance.
He removes something from his back pocket while straddling her waist. Eve arches her back, and a blood-curdling scream comes from her cracked lips as he shoves a syringe into her neck, plunging the substance into her. Once he removes it, he stands over her, watching.
“Ple-ease.” She begins to cry out of frustration or desperation, I’m not sure. Probably a little bit of both. “Stop.” Her shoulders shake, and she rolls onto her stomach. “Just let me die,” she sobs, and my chest tightens at how desperate she is for death.
“You’re making good progress, Eve. When it comes to coming all over yourself. It’s your mind we’ve got to work on. You don’t need it. All they want is your body.”
She closes her eyes tightly, smashing the side of her face into the floor while her hips lift up in the air and her cries soften.
“Yeah. Just let the drugs do their job. Don’t fight it. You’ll just make it harder on yourself.”
He grips her hair and forces her up on her knees, facing the camera. Her eyelids are heavy, breathing labored, and her hips rock back and forth as she sits on her knees. “Tell the audience why you feel so good, dolly.”
Dark lashes blink slowly, and she licks her cracked, dry lips.
“Come on, Eve.” He shakes her head, his hand still fisting her hair. “Tell them your cunt and ass are both filled with vibrating dildos. The best part is they aren’t even turned on yet.”
She moans.
“You’ve got one more week of orgasm training. And then I’ll lock you in a chastity belt. No penetration and no coming.” He smiles and adds to the audience watching, “That’s when they really start to beg, and desperation shows just how obedient they can be.”
Letting go of her hair, her head hangs forward, and he removes his cell from his pocket. The sound of the vibrators fills the room seconds later. Her body tenses and she throws her head back, crying out, coming almost immediately.
“You’re so pretty, Eve. But your face isn’t what’s going to bring in themoney. Your love for pain is what’s going to have the men wanting you to themselves.”
I’m confused as to what game Evan is playing here. He’s speaking to the audience as if they still have plans to sell her. But the video that Bill sent me was Evan explaining that Eve was going to be a recruiter.
Pausing the video, I start to pace. “Why?” I ask myself. I know the feeds bring them money, and I bet they’re collecting a lot with Eve. So why not lie? The viewers will never know that she’s not sold. They will just think that they didn’t buy her.
The last video showed Evan turning off the live feed when she was in the small room, so the audience has no clue what they have planned for her future. Evan is using that to his advantage.
Sitting back down, I push Play.
