Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“You’ve had him,” I reply, finally speaking.
She smirks at me, happy to get a reaction. “Several times actually. Definitely more than once.”
My mouth stays shut to that little revelation. Then the music goes silent, and people begin to leave as the lights turn on. She smiles at me and leans back on the couch.
I can feel his eyes on me now, the boss. “Your arm is bruised.” His words come from next to me, and without looking I know it’s him. Everyone else is silent and watching us. The guy that bruised my arm is the only guy that’s standing here. His eyes find mine, but he doesn’t move an inch or say a word.
Two girls are still on the couch with us, and the food is still in front of me. I can feel all eyes on me, so I don’t reach for sustenance even though my stomach wants it more than anything right now. Pulling my arm close to my body, I stay still.
“Stand up.” His voice is still close. When I don’t move or do as he says straight away, he demands again, “Stand up.”
My arms start to shake, and I know if I tried to stand on my legs right now they wouldn’t hold me up. I’m too weak from lack of food. So I stay where I am until I see black boots in front of me. Hands scoop up under my shoulders, lifting me up into a standing position. The one that bruised me currently has his hands on me. They’re gentler this time, but forceful all the same. My feet manage to hold me in position when he steps away after pulling me up. I feel my knees shaking, my legs feel like Jell-O. My head bows down, afraid to look up.
What does he want from me?
Why am I even here?
“He asked me to not hurt you, but I could have you. Do you see how confusing that is for me?” he asks.
I look up to see him staring at me. His eyes are hateful, angry. His top lip is curled up. The girls next to him watch me, but they all look drugged off their faces. Except for the one sitting near where I was. She’s watching me with interest.
“I could sell you or keep you for myself. Tell me, Saskia? What should I do with you? Since I can’t fuck you.”
“Let me go.”
He shakes his head then sits back further into his seat. It’s then I notice the vest he’s wearing, and it reads ‘President.’
That’s interesting. It’s the same type as the guys who took me in my hometown. Are they all connected? Linked in some way?
“That isn’t something I can do. But I do plan to get my money’s worth. Now get on your knees.” He leans further back, if that’s even possible, then his hand touches the back of the girl’s head who’s sitting next to him. He pushes her face into his crotch, and she automatically undoes his jeans pulling his cock free. “Knees, Saskia.”
I look at the girl who was watching me, who touched me, and she’s watching me back. My knees hit the tiled floor, and I look down.
“Eyes up.”
I look up, just as her mouth wraps around his cock. His eyes stay on me as her head bobs up and down. Taking him in her mouth with each thrust. His hand tangles in her hair, and he forces her to take him deeper. My eyes attempt to drop, to look away, but he shakes his head at me. So there I stay, watching a man I don’t know, getting head from a woman I don’t know. His eyes stay on me until the very last minute. Until he comes in her mouth then pushes her away like she’s a rag doll, like she didn’t just suck his cock.
“You do that for him, Saskia? Do you suck Ryken’s cock, like a good little girl?”
“No.”
“Pity. That mouth of yours is very fuckable.” He stands, doing himself up. He looks at the girl called Amy then he walks straight past me, leaving me on my knees on this dirty floor. I go to move, but Amy tsks at me.
“I didn’t say you could move.” Amy stands, her heels clicking as she steps up to me. Her hands touch my shoulders, then she moves them down until she pulls my breast free from the dress I’m wearing, exposing me. There are only the girls in the room, apart from the guy who brought me in here. But he’s not paying a scrap of attention, his head is down, and he’s on his phone. Her hands are rough as she squeezes my breast. The pain is almost to the point where I want to scream.
“He likes to piss me off by fucking other girls in front of me, or letting them suck his cock,” she says, removing her hand as my dress drops even further, so now my whole chest is exposed. I want to pull it up, but I have a feeling she’ll stop me if I do. She seems to like having power, and in some ways, she reminds me of Livia.