Sarah/Anya
The door closed behind Bruno and I immediately start to inspect the room.
Although the room environment suggests a relaxing and caring vibe, the atmosphere is gloomy and demoralizing.
The interior matches the rest of the exterior setting I’ve seen. White walls paired with a shiny white marble floor. The music coming out of the speakers is meant to be used in meditation sessions in the outside world, comforting even, but here, it’s fucking frightening.
Beautiful men and women are staring at the floor with dead eyes. Nobody dares to utter a word; I guess this is what to expect when your life is no longer yours.
There’s no free will in this ominous room.
Most of them are dressed in either black or red colors, except for one young Asian woman, who wears a very pompous pink dress and a large bow on her chest, reminding me of some anime cartoon, clearly her master is an otaku with a fetish.
The door bursts open, and a man walks in. He’s wearing a suit and looks old enough to be the grandpa of the woman he violently grabs by the hair and drags back to the party.
“Eyes down, pet,” somebody orders me.
Was that an American accent?
I quickly survey the room, trying to find the source of such deep and dark voice.
He is standing on my right, I completely forgot about his presence. His straight posture is perfect. My gaze darts to his.
This man is a sphinx. His expression is hard and unreadable. But there is something in there…something I was looking for.
Light green eyes.
“I said, eyes down!” He shouts this time.
Definitely an American accent.
My gaze goes down to past my knees and onto the floor, just like everyone else.
Could this man be…him?
I pray that Bruno won’t come back just yet; I don’t know if I’d get another chance to be alone with him. Well, not exactly alone. All these people could be spying on us.
I need more time.
I slyly look at him again, only this time he doesn't notice it, his eyes are watching other slaves in front of me.
He's watching everyone like a hawk.
His light brown hair is completely combed backwards, except for an unruly lock that falls over his right eye, and he compulsively puts it back behind his ear.
He’s beautiful.
His eyes are full of long and thick eyelashes, just like Bruno. His hard jaw is tense, and his body is well built. His clothes are impeccable, he’s wearing a suit like almost every other man working in this place, but he doesn’t strike me the same as the rest. Not only does he look absolutely astonishing but he has an air of authority.
I guess that’s an understatement, after all he’s monitoring everyone who gets dropped here.
“I wonder if babysitter would define themselves as such,”Life interjects.
I snicker.
His eyes turn to me in a second and I quickly lower my eyes to my knees.
Oh, no...he's coming towards me. Damn you, Life!
