Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
I’m brought to a stop with my head hanging off the edge. The water is filled to the brim. My heavy breathing making it splash up on my face. The smell of chlorine fills my nose.
Someone sits on my back, straddling my cuffed wrists, and my teeth clench.
“You do what they say,” my father told me. “You were born to serve. No matter what they ask of you, you do it.”
“You’ve got promise, Son,” he goes on, now standing behind me.
My heart races while looking over the pool. Three stairs are on either side for entrance and exit. I look down at the glass front that shows the congregation down below what’s in the water. It’s so they can see their fellow Lords get pussy. So they can see us being rewarded for our devotion.
“Then why do I feel like you called me here to kill me?” I grind out, struggling, but the guy on top of me has me pinned down into the uncomfortable floor, making it hard to breathe with his heavy weight. The fresh brand on my chest burns from the pull of my skin and the pressure.
“Only those who disobey their oath are terminated. Do you intend on doing that?”
“Not today,” I joke.
The silence that follows proves they don’t find it funny.
“Tell me, Son, have you picked your chosen?”
Why the fuck would that matter? A chosen is a daughter of a Lord. It doesn’t matter if you’re female or male because we’re all born to serve. But a chosen has to be gifted to a Lord. The Lords believe we should be rewarded our senior year at Barrington University for our devotion and hard work, so we are given a list of women. We are to choose which one we want. A Lord can take on as many as he desires and can share her with whoever he wants, but she is devoted to her Lord and cannot step outside of who he shares her with. “No.”
“That’s good to hear.”
I let out a sigh, watching the water ripple from my breath. If I stick my tongue out, I could drink it as if I’m a cat and the pool is my water bowl.
“We have a chosen for you.”
“So you’re going to tell me who I can fuck?” I snort, the water splashing my face some more. Why not? They dictate every other aspect of our lives.
“Well…” He pauses. “She has a sister. You can have them both if you like?”
Isn’t that kind of them. When I realize he won’t offer up any additional information, I ask, “Who is it?”
“Whitney…” Another pause. “Whitney Minson.”
Fuck! My teeth grind. “Her father will never allow it.”
“If she chooses you as her Lord, then his opinion will not matter.”
“And Whitney? How the fuck am I supposed to make that happen?” I know her. She goes to Barrington. Am I close with her? No. Not to mention her father hates my guts.
“Tell her she’s pretty. Tell her you love her.” They all laugh at that. “If that doesn’t convince her, then force her.”
“You can’t force a chosen,” I snap, fighting the guy who is sitting on my back. “That’s why it’s called a chosen. She chooses her Lord.”
He drops to the floor next to me, gripping the back of my neck, his lips by my ear. “Drug her, rip her fucking clothes off and take her. Do whatever you have to do to make her your bitch. Do you understand me?”
“Why her?” I demand through gritted teeth.
“The question is, can you do it? Yes or no?”
“I—”
He shoves my head down into the water, and I fight, screaming into it, sucking some up through my nose, making it burn. Gripping my hair, he yanks my head up, and I gasp through a cough.
“Yes or no?”
“Yes,” I grind out. “I can do it.”
“That’s a good Lord.” He taps the side of my wet face and I pull away the best I can.
I’m yanked to a sitting position, and I take in a deep breath now that the weight is finally off my back. Water drips from my head and hair onto my clothes, and I look up at the man dressed in his cloak and mask. No founders ever reveal themselves. Their lives would be in danger.
“You will be protected,” he assures me.
Why the fuck would I need protection to fuck a chosen? “And the girl?”
“What about her?” he asks.
“Will she be protected?” I demand, getting my breathing under control.
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“How useful she is.”
I hang my head, my wrists pulling on the cuffs. I’ll make sure of it.
He drops a folder in front of me and it slaps on the floor, echoing through the high ceilings and framed arches. “Do your homework, Tyson. You’ve got three weeks before you’re back in this very spot getting wet.”