Bruno/Miles
Well...she sounded desperate.
I guess if you think about it, being that sexually open in a place like this is normal. All guests are free to make their own choices and advances, as long as they don’t disturb the course of the main event.
But all that doesn’t faze me, I can take it, but when I saw the smirk on that asshole's face, all I could think of was about how to wipe it off.
Nobody touches her but me.
Sarah's first slip up was imperceptible to the eyes of the people surrounding us, but I’d noticed and so had she, and it was enough to make us both slightly edgier than before.
Sarah plays her character so well that a shivering feeling runs over my back. She passed the first test with flying colors. Her posture, the neutral expression on her face, even the timed eye contact and answers were spot on.
If we keep this up, we may actually make this work.
The mansion is an ancient Greek temple. The columns are statues of mythical females engraved in the stone. High ceilings with renascence style paintings of Greek gods. There are platforms in every corner, where body painted people are standing while playing with fire, pretending to be golden statues of the gods.
Traditional Greek robe dressed waiters and waitresses, loosely tied to one side, the women are bare-breasted, and their bodies are white as marble.
I wonder if they are slaves too.
The extravagant columns make me look up and I find a balcony looking down to the main floor that can be accessed by a staircase to my left, where the waiters go up and down all the time.
Standing right next to the balcony guard, there’s a security goon posted that doesn’t move at all. That’s both good and bad for us.
Smile.
One, two, three, four, five cameras in sight, there is one covering almost every angle, we are all being watched.
With a glass of champagne in my hand and my overconfident posture, I watch everything as if it is bothering me; I gotta play my role as good as Sarah.
The people around me share the same attitude as me, some are talking business, others are showing off their slaves like one would do in a dog show, pulling the tails to the side to showcase the size of their thighs and counting their teeth.
I hear a throat being cleared behind me. Seems like this is the only way people choose to catch someone else’s attention around here. I look over my shoulder and I see a man. Of course I know who this is, but he doesn’t know that.
“Mr. Cox, my name is Wasim,” he introduces himself. I watch his hand fully extend towards me for a good few seconds, then I reach out and give him a firm handshake, “Nice to meet you, I hope you enjoy what my father put together this evening for all of us.”
Razzag's second son, which also means second in command. His dark gelled styled hair is perfectly combed backwards, his somewhat blood shot black eyes are outlined. Wasim is long and skinny, resembling a worm. His reputation lives up to his face, people say he is Razzag's disturbed son, some call him "The Collector" as he loves to beat slaves to death and keep their pinky fingers. He shifts his gaze from me to Sarah; I can see his hunger steaming in his expression.
The madness emerged, like tears in his eyes.
“What a beautiful creature you have, sir.” He utters with a half-smile. “I assure you our merchandise will rival her class, though I have to admit, her beauty will be hard to beat. If not impossible.”
I hear an urging voice in the back of my head telling me to shield her from him. So I slowly shift my posture, successfully hiding Sarah from the eyes of his somber being. This doesn’t go unnoticed and his smile spreads all over his face, feeling triumphant just to piss me off.
“Anya's perfection is hard to overshadow Wasim, that's something I learned many years ago, she's my most precious treasure.”
“Without a doubt. My father personally requested that I lead our exhibition tonight. If you'd like to join me, we could go and discuss it in a more private setting.” He explains while showing me the way to a door.
I nod in agreement.
We both head towards the door he pointed at while slowly pull-on Sarah's leash. She starts walking until Wasim suddenly stops.
“Excuse me, sir, pets are forbidden beyond this point.”
I don't agree with the language he uses, just like the other woman. The wordpetto refer to a human being disgusts me.
“I will not leave Anya alone.” I respond with an aloof tone.
