Page 14 of Free

He shrugs and replies, “Maybe.”

“So I can’t talk you into letting me out of this room early?” He finishes off his food and stands from the bed, setting his plate on the dresser before turning to face me. He crosses his arms over his chest and smiles at me, shaking his head.

“Not happenin’, and you won’t get anyone else to either,” he says.

“I have my ways,” I tell him. He laughs again, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. Why am I so attracted to this man who plans to drug me? I feel like a complete fool, but I can’t help what I feel.

“Not around here. They know the rules.”

“And the girls?”

“They know the rules, too. No one is gonna let you off that chain until I decide to.” I nod my head as he grabs his plate and leaves the room again. I watch him walk away before going back to my food.

I finish eating, grab the beer he left, and take a long pull just to almost spit it out. It tastes disgusting. I’ve never been much of a drinker but this is just gross.

“Eww,” I say to myself as I set the bottle back on the dresser and sigh. I hate being stuck in this room. I hate I can’t roam and see what this place is all about.

I walk over and pull the door open to see one of the girls I saw earlier standing by the door.

“Hey,” she says softly.

“Are you allowed to talk to me?” I ask her. She laughs and nods her head.

“Any of us can talk to you. It’s a matter of if we want to.”

“Oh.”

“Some of the girls get jealous,” she tells me. Jealous? Of what? Being chained to a bed in a room? That’s purely insane.

“I’m stuck on a chain,” I remind her, shaking my ankle to make my point.

“But you’re also chained to a bed in Free’s room.”

“Meaning what?”

“There’s a lot of girls after Free.”

“Don’t they know what I’m here for?” I ask, wondering if they actually know why I’m chained to a bed. She smiles at me and nods her head.

“That doesn’t really matter to them. Nails especially. She will pull out her claws with anyone who has anything to do with Free.”

“Clearly, it’s not like that. It isn’t what she’s thinking.”

“We know what it is. That doesn’t stop her from losing her shit,” she tells me.

“And you? Why are you talking to me?”

“I think you’re cute.”

“You what?”

“I think you’re cute. I don’t condone nor condemn what Free does with the girls because some who come through here like other girls.”

“Oh. I get it. I totally get it now.” It sinks in what she’s saying. She thinks I’m bisexual or a lesbian.

“Do you?”

“Yeah. And I’ll be honest. I’ve never been with another girl,” I tell her. She licks her lips and smiles at me.

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