I shift slightly, and my body reminds me exactly what happened. A dull, lingering ache settles low in my muscles, not painful—just enough to make me aware.
My breath slows. Because the worst part? It wasn’t just sex. It was— It was good. No. Not good. It was— mind-blowing. The kind of experience that rewires something in your brain. That makes you question everything you thought you knew about yourself. About what you like. About what you need.
The way he handled me—
Owned me. And I… I didn’t fight it. I didn’t even want to. I liked it. Every second of it.
My gaze drifts to the bedside table. A glass of water. A small bottle of pain meds. Already opened. For me. He took careof me. The thought is… unsettling. But not in the way it should be.
The door opens. I don’t flinch this time.I just turn my head.
He still wears the mask. But this time he dressed more casually – black sweatpants, and a matching shirt. He closes the door behind him and looks at me.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“I’m okay,” I say, my voice quieter than I expect.
“Thanks for… that.”
I nod toward the table where the water and meds were.
“Of course.”
There’s too much unsaid sitting in the room. Too many questions clawing their way up my throat. I push myself up slightly, resting against the headboard. And then I ask the one thing I can’t ignore anymore.
“Who are you?”
The words come out sharper than I intended. But I don’t take them back. He tilts his head slightly.
“Do you truly want to know?”
There’s something in his tone.
“Yes,” I say immediately.
“You literally bought me at some fucked-up secret auction for rich psychopaths,” I add, my voice steady despite the storm building in my chest.
“For ten million dollars.”
I hold his gaze—even if I can’t see his eyes behind the mask.
“The least you can do is tell me who you are.”
“And it’s not like I can go anywhere,” I continue, a bitter edge creeping in.
“I doubt you’d let me leave.”
There’s a silence between us that stretches for what feels like forever. Then—
“Okay.”
Slowly he reaches up, his fingers curl around the edge of the mask.
And then… it drops, hitting the floor with a soft, hollow sound.
And the world stops. My heart stutters in my chest, then starts racing so fast it feels like it might burst.
“No…”
