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Savage checks that everything is secure before backing away again. He points at a bookshelf against the far wall, and for the first time, I notice the camera sitting there.

“I’m monitoring the room. I don’t know when you last got high, but that’s over now.”

My heart drops into my stomach. The last time? How am I supposed to survive this, survive him while I’m sober? The only thing that made Ntimacy bearable was the easy supply of drugs. Maybe it added to my debt and kept me there longer, but it had been worth it.

“The chains are for your own protection, so you don’t harm yourself during the detox.” After a second he inclines his head. “As for the bathroom issue… I’ll be checking in again in a few hours. Hold it until then. Or I can set you up with a catheter.”

I shake my head furiously at that. I’d rather piss myself than have him catheterize me. But more than that, I’m worried about how he’s handling this because it seems like he’s expecting me to stop the drugs cold turkey. If I’d known this morning would be the last time…

I’d have just overdosed and been done with it.

Savage looks at his wristwatch. “And now I really need to get back to work.”

He walks toward the door, and I make a distressed sound.

Don’t leave me here.

He stops at the door, glances over his shoulder at me for just a second, then leaves. The door shuts behind him, and I hear the beep of the electronic lock.

Then I’m all alone in what’s going to be my own personal hell.

CHAPTER 3

Hunter

It’s a good thing tele-health is all the rage these days. I can consult with several patients over the computer, all while keeping an eye on my new acquisition.

At first, she simply cries, and I feel the familiar stirring in my cock just at the sight of her tears. Giulio had said she cried a lot, but I hadn’t really believed him. The types of women who end up in his clubs are jaded and numb, not like… this.

Although I can’t say that “Stef” is an outlier in his clubs. They’re all addicted to one drug or another, and she has all the classic signs of a long-time addict.

Purchasing her was a mistake. I shouldn’t have let Giulio convince me.

I end a call with a patient and stare at the screen that shows Stef shifting around, testing the bondage. There’s enough leeway so that she can get comfortable, but not so much that she’d be able to harm herself.

I zoom in on her face. Her lips look good stretched wide around the gag, and I can already imagine what they’d look like around my cock. Maybe once her skin is less sallow, when she doesn’t have the bags under her eyes…

She was probably beautiful, once. I can help her be beautiful again. She just needs a strong hand to guide her, to keep her from doing something stupid like shoot herself up with a drug that will eventually kill her.

And this is why Giulio was able to goad me into this purchase. As annoying as he can be, he is deceptively good at reading people. He’d figured out exactly what I wanted.

I force myself to look away from Stef and get ready for the next patient. They always thank me for doing the most basic task of reading my notes before I talk to them. Of course I prepare in advance. It’d be unprofessional, and borderline incompetent, to show up unprepared.

But two patient calls later, I’m back to staring at Stef. She’s shivering a little, and I wonder if the blanket I’d placed over her wasn’t heavy enough. I’d made sure the condo’s temperature was warm enough to be comfortable with minimum clothing. Of course, she could be shivering for other reasons. It would be a little fast for withdrawal symptoms to be kicking in, though.

I check my schedule just to be sure, but I have a break built in now. I lock the computer and head to the kitchen, where I warm up the leftovers my housekeeper had set aside for me. Once I’ve got everything cut up into bite-sized morsels, I place the plates on a tray and head back to Stef’s room.

She makes a sound as soon as I enter, which I ignore. I set the tray down on the bedside table and pull the armchair closer.

“I’m going to remove the gag so I can feed you. Are you going to cooperate?” I ask.

She nods fervently. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hands are trembling, but she doesn’t seem to be going through withdrawal just yet.

I unfasten the gag, wipe it down with a tissue, and set it aside. Stef sucks in a sharp breath. I wait for her breathing to steady before I pick up a small morsel from the plate—with my fingers, because I’d neglected to bring a fork.

If I were less self-aware, I would say it was an oversight. I could always go get a fork, after all.

But I just want to see her take food from my hands.

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