Well fuck. I ran a hand down my face.
“His mother is dead, overdose, years ago. No father mentioned. No other family that I can see, but if that changes, I’ll let you know. Most of the time like this, there is no one to track down. He’s most likely the last of his bloodline.”
Of course, he is. Why sell someone you didn’t even plan to really sell if there were still family members alive?
“I’ve deleted all info about him that I can find, but people still talk. He won’t be safe. Just because I’ve taken the stuff down doesn’t mean someone else will post updates or put a bounty out for him. Menare….creatures that shouldn’t have been given the right to live.”
I had nothing to say. He was more than right.
“Do you want any of these pictures or info?”
“Fuck no. Delete it all.”
Why the hell would I want pictures of a child in any form that was most likely sexual?
Collin seemed satisfied with that answer, easily deleting everything right there on his tablet.
“His care,” he barely glanced up at me. “Lots of rest. Easy foods, water. The normal, which I’m sure you already know about.”
“I’m not new to the slave world,” that was an understatement. I’d known about it all since I was young enough to know there were monsters in the dark. They weren’t under the dark bed, instead out there in real life.
“He’s not sure when the last time he went to the bathroom, so keep an eye on that. I have some enemas I’ll leave for him, along with pain and a few other meds that he could use. Keep rules clear. Set boundaries. Overall, I think Oakley will come out of his shell in time pretty easily.”
“And if not?”
“One day at a time, dear friend.” Collin shot me a look. “You own him. I know that term isn’t right, but for what the world will think, that’s what it is. Take care of him. Show him the good in life. Oakley hasn’t been in school since he was ten years old.”
Why wasn’t I surprised by that?
“I’ll go do one last check on him, and then I’ll head out.” With that, he turned, leaving me with more thoughts than I wanted.
Why me?I thought.
Looking at the ceiling gave me no answers. I made my bed and now I had to lay in it.
Chapter 8
Oakley
I had just gotten back on the bed, finding a comfortable position that didn’t hurt my butt after using the bathroom when Collin entered the room. He didn’t bother to knock, just walked in like it was his house.
Of course, I didn’t get a say in any of it. It wasn’t my house, my room, or even my bed. Heck, the shirt I wore wasn’t mine. Nothing of me wasmine.
“How are you feeling, little one?” His voice was soft as he fiddled with the IV bag, unhooking it from me.
“Okay.” My whispered word was just loud enough for him to hear. I wasn’t, but oh well. I’d have to live another day.
“Sabastian has cream for your…marks and blisters. It needs to be put on twice a day. Best after a shower at the end of the day.” Collin put a band-aid over the spot the needle had been in on my arm, before packing everything away. “He also has some meds that you will take if he says you need to.”
I nodded, letting my gaze stay on the bed.
“Donny…the man you were with before,” he waited until I glanced at him, “is no longer alive. You are to follow whatever Sabastian wants.”
Great,I thought.
“He won’t hurt you. He’ll treat you well, and give you a great life here.”
I breathed, knowing that wasn’t true. Sir always said that if I ever got into the hands of another man, I’dwish I’d be back with him. He said he waskindwhen compared to others.
