Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“She gets the gist, Kirk.” Peter interrupted. Taking my left hand in his, our cuffs clanked together as he pulled me toward the centre of the room and the swimming pool-sized spa, pulsing with heatwaves and wispy tendrils of steam. “She needs to get clean. I have to present her at breakfast.” His voice lowered, and he stopped. “I suggest you wrangle the rest and tell them to get up there. I heard from the kitchen staff that Master O is here, and you know what that means.”
Kirk’s naturally tanned skin whitened just a little. The fine lines around his eyes—hinting he was in his late-twenties—deepened. “If that cocksucker is here, gimme.” Holding out his hand, he flashed me a suspicious look.
“It’s okay. She knows already.” Peter pulled out the small bottle that the doctor had given him. Glancing at different corners in the ceiling, he moved closer to me and used me as a shield as he cracked open the bottle and passed a single capsule to Kirk. “I’ll hide them in the usual spot. Tell the others to help themselves.”
“Did Dr Mel manage to smuggle in any ketamine?”
“Not this time.”
“Damn.” Kirk sighed heavily, a flash of misery darkening his face.
Wrapping his arms around Kirk, Peter murmured, “I know he hurts you so fucking bad, man, but…we’ll be here. We’ll patch you up. I promise.”
“I have one tablet of fentanyl left.” The girl with big boobs, Nancy, drifted toward us. “I was saving it for when it was needed, and…if you need it, it’s yours.” Her blue gaze landed on mine as she wrung out her bright red hair. “Hi.”
I bowed my chin, but before I could reply, Kirk said, “I can’t take that. Master L is due back next week. You’ll be in pieces again.”
Nancy winced but forced a smile. “I’ll make do. We all make do.”
“Come on, Nance.” The girl with small boobs, Rebecca, sidled up next to her. “We have to go. We’re late as it is. You know Master G requested us both before the sun is fully woken.”
“See ya, new girl,” Nancy said softly. “Don’t break. Just bend.”
“See you up there.” Rebecca smiled sadly at me. “Don’t be hurt if none of the other jewels speak to you at breakfast…when we’re serving, we ignore each other. It’s safer if they don’t know who we’re close to.” She waved. “Bye.”
Together, the girls padded in their towels to the exit and left me alone with two men. Instantly, Kirk’s cavalier attitude deflated, almost as if he wielded it for Rebecca and Nancy’s sake, but now they were gone…his shoulders drooped, and he sighed heavily. “Not sure how much more my body can take, Pete.”
Peter nodded. “I know. We just have to hold on for as long as we can. Maybe one day someone will save us.”
“You still daydreaming that a saviour is gonna sneak inside this cesspit and free us?” Kirk rolled his eyes. “Fuck’s sake, you need to stop taking the shrooms, man.”
Peter shrugged. “If a little fantasy of a spy sneaking inside, playing the part of Master, fucking us against his will, all while cooking up some rescue plan is what gets me through the day, then let me have it.”
“You’re right.” Kirk pressed a quick kiss to Peter’s cheek. “We all need something. And if no one comes for us, eventually death will.” He shrugged. “It’ll be our final escape from this shitty place.”
Peter didn’t reply.
Throwing me a wink, Kirk attempted to be carefree again, but his voice was heavy with anguish. “See you at breakfast, new girl. One word of advice? Take a pill now so you’re off in la-la land when you get dicked the first time.” With a pointed look, he stalked out of the room.
Silence fell as thick as the humid air.
My heart raced as Peter took my hand again, pulling me toward the huge body of water, shimmering in its cage of pearlescent tiles. I didn’t speak as he dragged me to the edge but yelped as he grabbed the hem of my navy top. “Wait—”
He yanked it up and over my head before I could fight him, leaving my braless breasts exposed.
“Hey!” I cupped myself, curling my shoulders. “What are—”
“Quiet.” His nostrils flared as he grabbed my skirt and pulled it down, letting go as the pretty fabric fluttered down my legs and pooled around my silver boots.
I instantly shifted, cupping both breasts with one arm and my core with the other. “Stop it!”
Ripping my arms away, he held them outstretched. “No, you stop it. Time to behave, Ily.”
I struggled, but he was far too strong in my weakened, terrified state. “Let me go.”
My skin burned as he stared. My nipples pebbled under his gaze. The dampness on my inner thigh condemned me. The front of his trousers bulged the longer he inspected.