Bruno/Miles
“Something wrong, Mr. Cox?” Wasim asks.
“Not a thing,” I answer, as I pull on Sarah's strap, indicating that she should return to her position.
My hands are shaking; can it be him? I cannot look at him for too long without ‘The Worm’ noticing my interest.
“If you’d please follow me, I can't wait for my father to meet you and your…Anya. I’m sure he'll be absolutely delighted.”
Wasim is all fake smiles and shallow chit chat as we walk side by side on our way to his father.
The man we’re about to meet is definitely the king of the castle. I can only see his back and both hands being busy. The right one rests on a woman’s hip, while the left one is holding the petite hand form of a different woman.
“Father!” Wasim interjects in an attempt to get his father’s attention. He succeeds. The man turns to look towards his son with a big smile. “Meet Mr. Cox.”
Razzag's resemblance to his cousin is highly disturbing. Same eyes, same nose, same fucking breakable neck.
I can’t wait to fucking kill him too.
I give him my biggest and best ‘your days are numbered’ smile.
“Mr. Cox, welcome to my humble dwellings!” he says cheerfully. “Let me introduce you to my wife, Kala and my daughter Amira.” His right hand goes from the woman’s body towards me and I meet it with mine in a handshake. He sports a firm grip, a bit over the top, but it’s not by mistake.
Who are you trying to dominate? You idiot.
He’s showcasing both his wife and daughter as prizes.
I guess that’s something to be expected from a man that carefully picked the names of his children. Kaled means immortal, Wasim, elegant and Amira, princess. Those are pretty accurate descriptions, if you ask me.
The mother and daughter are very similar, their hair is black like Sarah's, but wavy and their eyes dark brown. Both are gorgeous women, but one could say that Amira, the princess, has bested her mother's beauty, so to speak.
I bow, showing respect, and even though their bodies are covered by tiny dresses, I still abide by the social rules of the country.
“Thank you for having me and such a warm welcome.” I solemnly reply.
“Oh! What a beauty, Kala, my dear, look at the quality.” Razzag and his wife walk up to Sarah and survey her, they're the judges of this freak show, after all.
I just hope they don't see those damn tattoos.
“Mr. Cox, I can tell, you spoil her.” says Kala with a sly smile.
“Well…”
“Nothing wrong with that, especially because he also has a firm hand. I respect that.” Razagg promptly adds while observing Sarah's scars with his hands interlocked behind his back.
“Of course, training her was no easy work, but today I can proudly say she is very pleasant company.” I remark with a face full of pride. I look at Sarah and she is stoic, like she is a hibernating robot waiting for me to turn her on.
Amira watches the situation from afar. Specifically, she’s observing Sarah. Is that compassion I see? Sadness just clouded her expression. I wonder why. Perhaps she is aware that what they are doing is fucking wrong.
Razzag and Kala finish their examination and return to their original position, standing in front of me.
“Where did you get such a beauty, Mr. Cox? Should I be worried about competitors out there?” He laughs, his wife joins him.
“Not at all, she was a well-paid debt, a gift if you will.” I turn to Sarah and stroke her hair like a puppy. She looks calm, cute even.
“Kaled told to me you feel affection for her, is that right?”
Shit.
