Sarah/Anya
Bruno closes the door behind him, leaving me with Dante, there's not a single slave in the room, everyone’s still at the event.
It's just him and me.
And the damn cameras.
I gather Dante is both a fast learner and a smart man, because he doesn't look at me, not even once. It’s clear to me that he got the hint after Bruno’s reaction last time he dared to address me. The minutes go by and I feel more frustrated by the second.
I need his attention!
I’m trying to provoke him by making noises and looking at him shamelessly, but he doesn't fall for it. I have to do something more drastic, this might be my first and last time alone with him I have to make the most of it.
How do I get you to look at me, Dante? Aren't you curious about why I know your name?
I suspect he's been so brainwashed that he didn’t recognize his name.
The blinking red light of the camera points directly at me, and I’m wondering if they can pick up audio too.
I guess there's only one way to find out.
“Dant—?”
The door bursts open, and I immediately stop my tongue from whispering the name. My body jerks and so does Dante’s.
Wasim walks in with an uncharacteristic demeanor.
Fuck. Something's wrong, really wrong.
“He’s pissed about something. Get ready,”Life adds.
Completely out of character, he quickly scans the room and when he set his sights on me, starts walking furiously in my direction, stomping the ground in the process. His fists are clenched, the veins in his neck are sticking out, and his lips are pressed so tight against each other that I can see the blood running away from his face. He takes my leash and pulls it harder than Bruno ever did. My heels slip and make me fall directly to the ground. I try to build up resistance, but I can practically feel the adrenaline running through Wasim's body.
“Sit him on his ass girl!”Life says.
I can, but I won’t that would jeopardize this entire mission.
“Come on, you know you want to too!”She snickers through that last phrase.
“Get up, NOW!” he yells in my face.
“Master?” Dante tries to intervene by walking towards me nervously.
“Mind your own business, pet.”
I get up, as Wasim drags me out of the room while placing his hand over my mouth, giving way to a bitter and salty taste that seeps onto my tongue.
I scream for help, in an attempt to make Dante react, but he doesn't know what to do, I can see worry and confusion on his face.
Bruno! What did you do?
A storm of questions are stirring up in my brain.
Did the negotiation go badly?
Is he alive?
Where's the boy?
