Page 73 of Slaughter

He takes the few steps, closing the distance between us. I look up at him, heart pounding and mouth dry. “And if I say no?” I can’t help but ask.

He tosses the coat onto the bed and then lifts his now free hand up, running his knuckles along my cheek. I hate when he touches me like this—soft and sweet like. “I’m not asking,” he says and leans down, placing a gentle kiss to my neck. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out at the contact. “You don’t have a choice, Bunny. Now turn around.”

I straighten my shoulders. “What are you gonna do if I refuse? Drug me again?”

His blue eyes drill into mine, and a slow smirk creeps across his face. It makes my chest tighten with worry. He looks like such a villain. The kind that bury bodies in their backyard.

“No.” His fingers gently trail over my skin, down over my neck and shoulder blade, and then to my chest. My heart pounds against them, and my breathing picks up. “You’ll go sober, Bunny. Either you turn around and willingly give me what I want, or I take it.” His voice is low and smooth. No hint of anger. And that’s what scares me. He wants me to fight. He wants me to disobey. Because that means he can punish me. And I hate to let him win. But there is only loss for me. I either do as he says or fight him and still be forced to do what he wants.

Lifting my chin and giving him a fuck-you look, I turn around, unable to continue staring at him. I place my hands behind my back without being told to do so, and seconds later, I feel his hands place the thick black straps around each wrist before clasping them in place.

Even though the inner fur is soft on my wrists, I can’t help but try to pull them apart. The chain connecting them is short, not giving much play and pulling my shoulders back.

He places his hands on my upper arms and leans down, his breath falling over my neck as he kisses it gently again. My head falls to the side, and he makes me moan. He pulls away all too soon and turns me to face the mirror.

Standing behind me, he drops his eyes to my cleavage in the mirror. Having my arms tied behind my back pushes out my already big tits.

He reaches into the pocket of his black slacks and pulls out a necklace. Reaching in front of me, he places the thin black leather choker around my neck. It has black lace over it with a small silver ring in the front.

I look at it for a few seconds before I realize what it is. “A collar.” My eyes find his in the mirror. “Why do you feel the need to claim me?” Panic starts to bubble up. What the hell does he do? And where is he taking me?

I know enough about owning sex slaves that by cuffing my arms behind my back and putting a collar around me, he’s claiming me as his property. My jaw tightens. He’s gonna show me off like a fucking trophy. But the questions is, who is he going to show me off to?

His eyes finally meet mine. “You’ve always been mine, Bunny.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

AVERY

I SIT IN THE BACK OF THE limo with Bunny while Darrell drives us through Rio. Her hands still cuffed behind her back, and my collar around her neck.

She’s mine!

And now everyone will know that.

The limo comes to a stop in front of the Colonial mansion, and she leans forward to look out the back window.

“Bunny?” She turns to face me. “You do not leave my side, and you do not speak. Understand?”

She tilts her head to the side, that worry still lingering. If she knew what I have planned, she’d be terrified. “Why can’t I speak?”

Instead of telling her, I reach into my tuxedo jacket pocket and pull out the black ball gag that I’ve used on her before and hold it up.

Her chest rises and falls quickly, her breathing quickening. And if I didn’t know better, I’d say she likes the idea of it. But that will ruin my plan. “If you promise not to speak, I’ll leave this in the car.”

She nods her head once, and whispers, “I promise.”

I never make promises. They are too easily broken.

I toss it to the floor and straighten my already straight bow tie.

Darrell opens my back door, and I get out, then make my way over to hers. I help her out since her hands are bound, and then Darrell hands me the fur coat and I drape it over her shoulders, concealing her vulnerability. The men will know she’s bound, but that doesn’t mean I have to show it off to them.

We walk away as Darrell gets back in the limo to park and wait for us to finish our appearance. We make our way up the main steps, and two men dressed in black and white tuxedos wearing earpieces greet us.

They open the towering glass doors, and we enter the Colonial mansion. Men stand tall, dressed in their best tuxedos and suits. Women dressed in their evening gowns, hair done, and makeup fixed. Bunny gasps as she looks around at all the beautiful women and men. To me, they are all fucking bastards who allowed their slaves to play dress up tonight. By morning, they will be stripped of their expensive gowns and chained to a wall or a bed. They’ll be crying while a whip splits their sensitive skin open or begging for mercy while being taken by three men at once against their will. And these women are the lucky ones. The others, the ones being kept in another location, will be auctioned off later and on their boats or planes tomorrow, getting transported to the destination where they will spend the rest of their lives.

You’re no better than they are, Avery.

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