“We understand your concern, that’s why we have a special room where you can leave her under our care and then, when our meeting is adjourned, you can pick her up and continue to enjoy the evening. Naturally, that service is free.” He adopts an arms crossed behind his back posture and waits for me to accept his terms, though his eyes say something indubitably different from what his mouth just said.
That's what disturbs me the most, there's something else behind his words, some kind of intention I cannot translate.
He moves slowly and awkwardly; you could say his demeanor is almost not human. In this world, the way he carries himself has a completely different connotation than in mine. Here it would be considered extravagant and exotic. In my world, however, he’d be called a freak.
I nod once.
“Right this way.” He points and I walk behind him, taking Sarah with me.
He opens a colossal white door.
As soon as we enter, a white room hits my senses. Lights so bright, my eyes hurt. White armchairs are spread all over the room. I can hear the sound of Tibetan bowls coming from the speakers on the ceiling. The place is quite peaceful and disturbing at the same time. There are slaves everywhere, both men and women, sitting with a rigid posture, knees close together and hands resting over their lap. Every single one sitting in the same fashion.
There is a man solemnly keeping watch, standing exactly in the middle of the room.
“It is a relaxed atmosphere as you can see, no masters may remain here, they just deposit their slaves, leave to come back later for them,” he explains. “Magno here is to look after them.”
“I see.”
“You can sit Anya wherever you like.”
Sarah is behind me, her eyes are still fixed on the ground and shows no concern for this situation. I pull her leash towards me till she’s right next to my chest, a possessive hand grabs her waist.
“Anya, you are going to remain here for a few moments, you are not to follow me or anybody else until I come back.”
“Yes, master,” she whispers in her sweetest, most harmless voice.
She’s damned good at this.
“Kiss me goodbye.” I demand showing dominance, but I also do it to make it clear to Wasim and to that man over there, that Anya is not to be trifled with, she’s mine.
Sarah stands on her toes to reach my mouth, I hold her jaw tight and bury my tongue in her mouth.
Well, Bruno needed that too.
“Now, sit in that spot and be a good girl, Anya.” I command, pointing to one of the chairs near us.
She nods in understanding. I unclip the leash and I walk away from her.
This wasn’t in our plan; we shouldn’t be apart, that was rule number one.
Fuck!
As soon as I close the door, Wasim signals to follow him into an office located a few feet away. In fact, it's a corridor with many doors. I wonder which one has the million dollars I'm looking for.
“Please have a seat.” The office looks like a vast white square. In it, there’s only a single black desk paired with two elegant chairs in matching color.
What the fuck is the deal with this family and the color white?
Wasim unbuttons his suit and sits down, “I hope you understand why we separate the pets from their masters, sometimes masters won’t speak freely about their cravings in front of their slaves and we need them to in order to match them with the perfect merchandise.”
I listen to him while sitting on the other chair.
I'll just nod, pretending to understand what he’s talking about as if it's obvious to me.
“Well, Mr. Cox, I'm here to listen and advise you on whatever you desire. My brother told me you are looking for a new pet to replace Anya, is that correct?” he opens the first drawer and grabs a laptop from it.
Three clicks.
