Now that I had a plausible reason to look at her, my eyes absorbed her and drank her in. I had to get her out of here.
“M will do.” I sighed. Silently I was thrilled, though.
Sebastian nodded and walked into the circle jerk and pulled M off the ground by her thin arm. I followed them down the hallway and stepped into the room. Sebastian adjusted M’s eye mask and grabbed a rag that was on the mattress. He wiped cum off her face and upper body with the dirty cloth that had been used for who knew what.
“Be good for Ron,” Sebastian warned. He slapped her knees, causing her to spread her legs wide. “Good. I’m glad to see you’re finally learning.”
Sebastian smiled as he brushed by me. He closed the door, leaving me alone with her. I wanted to touch her so badly. I wanted to pull her into my arms and keep her safe from all of this shit. I wanted to take her home with me.
For several minutes, I stayed by the door and watched her. My eyes roamed her body, focusing on every little scrape. Keeping my distance was a good thing. I feared what I’d do if I got closer to her. I wanted to hold her.
Sounds of the rowdy party that continued beyond the room carried through the air vents. When a scream from one of the other women filled our room, M tilted her head in the direction of the overhead vents so she could listen. Her hands shook as she listened.
I had to get her out of here.
As I slowly walked closer to her, she stopped paying attention to the terrifying sounds that seeped through the vents. She turned her face toward me. I crouched in front of her and tried to find her eyes through the mesh screens of her mask. I looked down at her shaking hands. Now that I was close to her, I could see a few needle marks on her arms. My stomach dropped; they were drugging her.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not going to hurt you. Do you remember me?” I asked her.
I realized there was a good chance there had actually been several other parties and events she had probably been subjected to since the last time I’d seen her. I opened my mouth to start telling her about our last time together in the room, but she spoke up.
“You—” she started, but her voice trailed off. She reached up and held her hand against her throat. “You gave me your shirt to wear. You were kind. I remember you.”
Not only did she remember me, but she appeared able to communicate and didn’t seem to be consumed by drugs.
“I’m glad I saw you tonight,” I began.I’ve been thinking nonstop about you, and I want to get you out of here.
M faintly smiled at me. Despite knowing better, her sweet smile made me reach out. She flinched when my hand gently touched her bruised knee. I carefully pushed her knees together, closing her legs.
“Try not to be afraid, M. I’m not going to hurt you,” I whispered.
Her lips formed a tight line and began to quiver. If that hadn’t squeezed my heart, the tears that escaped the bottom of her eye mask effectively pulled my heart out of my chest. I had to try to pull something out of her. The situation had become urgent.
“M, I won’t hurt you,” I promised.
She nodded frantically, and I thought she’d believed me. M hesitantly placed her hand on top of mine.
“Don’t you like it here, M?” I hated myself for asking something that anyone with half a brain would be able to see the truth. Her lips quivered, and the tears continued to fall.
Tell me the truth, M. I can pull you out of here tonight.
“Hmm?” I prompted again.
She covered her mouth with her hand and nodded.
No. No, you don’t. You’re lying. Don’t do this. I want to help.
“M, do you really like it here? If so, I’ll stop asking. But I can’t help but feel like you’re unhappy here.” She was quiet, and I worried that she had retreated into her shell.Pull her out. Don’t give up on her; she’s your only shot.“Are you friends with the others?” I asked, hoping she’d start talking again.
“The others?” she asked quietly.
“The other ones.” Victims, slaves, brainwashed kids. There were so many things I could call them, but I wasn’t sure how to address them with her. I used the word that Sebastian used to describe them. “The other guests.”
M shrugged.
“They’re okay.”
“I think I’ve seen three girls and two boys,” I repeated from our prior conversation. I hoped she would tell me she’d seen the other girl and boy that I hadn’t seen for several parties.
