Page 74 of Slaughter

I lean into her, and demand, “Stare at the floor.”

She averts her eyes immediately when a man approaches us. “Avery. Glad you could make it.”

I reach out my right hand to shake his. “Of course, Conway.”

He smiles that fucking villain smile and then he looks at Bunny. “Gorgeous.” His eyes scan her up and down, lingering on her breasts and face. “No wonder you paid two million for her.”

Her body stiffens, and I ignore it. “Well, pussy isn’t cheap to come by these days.”

He laughs at my joke. “Not the unwilling kind. Can I get you a drink?”

“Scotch.”

He lifts his right hand and snaps his fingers. A man dressed in another signature tux bows to him. “Señor.”

“A scotch for Mr. Avery.”

“Right away, señor.”

“While we’re waiting on your drink, I would like you to meet a good friend of mine.” He raises his hand again and calls out. “Jensen.”

I smile to myself as the man approaches. He wears an all-white tuxedo, his dark hair slicked back. The pretty blonde at his side wears a bright red dress, showcasing a set of paid for tits and thin waist. She too has her hands bound behind her back and a dainty collar around her throat. Her head downcast.

“Jensen, I would like you to meet Avery.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” I say, reaching out my right hand.

I shake the man’s hand, pretending not to know him. “I haven’t heard much about you,” he muses.

“Avery here just purchased his first slave.” He fills Jensen in. “He’s new to the scene.”

He nods in understanding. “How do you like it?”

“Can’t complain,” I say with a shrug, ignoring the heat coming off Bunny beside me.

PRESLEIGH

My body is physically shaking due to anger and embarrassment.

I stare down at the marble floor with my hands cuffed behind my back while these men discuss me and these women like we’re nothing. As if we are animals being taken to slaughter.

And I’m pissed at Avery. Why the fuck are we here? What does he have to do with slaves? And he told these men he bought me for two million? It doesn’t escape me that I offered him that amount to let me go. Sick bastard!

“There’s not much to complain about,” the man they introduced as Jensen replies carelessly.

He sounds so familiar.

“Well gentlemen, I’ll let you guys get back to the party. Anything in this house is yours tonight. My women included.”

I feel bile rise in my throat. He just shares them? Hands them out like napkins only to be used and then put away.

I jump when I feel a hand on my ass but keep my head down afraid to look up.

“It’s just me, Bunny.” I hear Avery say softly, and I melt into his side when he pulls me to him.

“Did you get what we needed?” he asks.

I frown. Is he talking to me?

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