I maintained my composure and didn’t roll my eyes at Sebastian’s bullshit line.
“What about A?” I inquired
“I’m sorry … she wasn’t working out anymore,” Sebastian said as he drank from his beer bottle.
What the fuck did that mean? I expected to be fed another line of crap but wasn’t prepared for that. Questions were on the tip of my tongue, but all I could do was keep a calm and passive face and act like I didn’t give a fuck. I nodded and took another sip of my beer.
“Perhaps, to keep you interested, I can offer you a private room with my new guest, M,” he offered.
Guest.
Sebastian gestured toward her with his hand, drawing my eyes to her again. The masked man was now crouching beside her, stroking himself while he fondled her. Though I couldn’t see her eyes, her frown and wrinkled forehead told me she was stressed and afraid. Her rounded shoulders pulled her arms forward, hiding her chest and stomach from men gazing from the side. Her tear-streaked face told me she didn’t want any of this.
The more I stared at her, the more I felt like scorching blades were being pushed into my body while a vise squeezed my heart. If I agreed to take her for a while, at least it would get her away from that fucking creep with the mask. But my God, she looked young. I couldn’t help but think that somewhere out there was a family missing their daughter.
“She looks very young,” I commented.
“She’s eighteen.” Sebastian grinned.
Not much more than a child.
“I’m sure she’ll be a popular addition,” I said while hating myself for saying it.
“So far, yes. When B was the youngest, he drew all the attention. He had proven to be far more durable than any of my other guests. M is still new, though, so I’m trying not to hold that against her,” Sebastian said as we watched the masked man come on her tits while he pinched her cheek.
“Yeah, I’ll give her a try,” I said. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t at least take her away from this fucking madness for a little while.
“That’s my man, Ron! You’ll enjoy yourself. She’s so tight and will cry for you.”
Sebastian went to M and pulled her away from the masked man by her wrist. He had yanked on her so hard, that when she started to stand, she hadn’t had her balance yet and stumbled into him.
“I wasn’t finished, Sebastian,” the masked man said in a heavy British accent I hadn’t noticed any of the other times I had spoken to him. I thought this was kind of odd, unless it was part of his anonymity game. He probably wore a mask and used a different accent each time he attended.
“Too bad. I need her,” he growled.
The masked man glared at me as I followed Sebastian and the girl toward the hallway with the private rooms. Sebastian tossed her on the filthy mattress while I stood in the doorway.
“Remember your manners, M. I’d hate to hear that you were a bad hostess. Don’t forget the rules,” Sebastian reminded her.
I was sure every word from him was a hidden threat. M nodded and tried to pull her legs close to her body, but Sebastian slapped her face. She toppled over onto her side, and he pulled her upright by her purple locks. He slapped her legs apart and barked at her about forgetting the rules already.
“You will show our guests your body at all times. This is rule number one,” he yelled at her when I stepped into the room. M quickly moved into her taught positioning for rule number one. “She’s still learning. Don’t worry, we’ll get it right,” Sebastian murmured as he walked past me. He closed the door as he left, leaving me alone with this terrified woman.
I walked to the chair opposite the stained mattress and sat. As she sat there with her hands resting flat on the mattress beside her, her legs and arms visibly shook. My heart broke for her.
“You can close your legs,” I said gently.
She quickly put her legs together, as if my words were meant as a direction rather than having been for her benefit. I wondered exactly how long she had been here. She wasn’t very calm at all. Almost as if they hadn’t given her any drugs to help her relax and be calmer for the night. I thought about it for a few moments. As Sebastian said, she was still new and learning. I wasn’t going to take advantage of her in the ways the other animals had, but I was going to take advantage of her. She didn’t appear to be under the influence of anything, and I was going to see how much she would talk.
“You can sit, or lie down, whatever is most comfortable to you,” I told her.
She moved toward the center of the sunken mattress and leaned on her left leg. Her left hand was flat on the mattress, and her arm was locked at the elbow, absorbing most of her weight. Her right leg lay on top of her left leg, limiting my view of her body. With her right arm, she reached across her body and held on to her left upper arm.Well done.She had positioned herself so that she felt as comfortable and secure as possible.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked.
She nodded quickly and then she spoke up, probably fearing that she’d be beaten for not replying.
“Yes. Yes, I’m comfortable,” she replied.
