Page 46 of Savage Protector

Chapter Twenty

Isabella

I grabbed the small glass next to the sink and poured a generous amount of mouthwash into it. I lifted it to my mouth with a shaking hand and swished the liquid from side to side. If only it were that easy to disinfect the rest of my body.

In fact a little brain bleach would be perfect right about now. Because what I was about to do was the final straw. Deep down I knew I wasn’t ever coming back from this. Giving Marco what he wanted meant I would survive, but not all of me.

I emerged from the small bathroom to find the nun standing inside the door with her box in hand. Startled, I took several steps back.

Part of me wanted no part of her and her stupid box. “Leave me alone. I don’t want anymore.” We both knew that was a lie as much as the truth. My hands were already shaking with need and without a little more it would get a lot worse before the night ended.

She stepped forward nonetheless and began laying out the supplies across my bed.

“Why can’t you say anything? I’ve done everything I’ve been asked. I don’t need that. I’ve given in.”

The bitch continued to ignore me and I didn’t know what to do. “What is it?” I asked knowing full well she wouldn’t answer. I flopped on the bed and bit my tongue to hold back my scream of frustration. I was too tired to resist.

It didn’t take long for her to finish and she shuffled into the bathroom next. She returned with a makeup case full of high quality products and all of my toiletries.

“You need to get dressed. There isn’t much time.” She held a small white dress and a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals in her hands.

I sat up straight at the sound of her voice, hardly believing she could actually speak. “Did you just talk to me?”

In true nun fashion, she simply glared at me without saying another word. I tried to ignore her, but the weight of disgust evident in her eyes got to me as usual. I could disregard her latest request and face whatever punishment might be delivered or I could suck it up and change my clothes. I chose the latter.

I removed the nightie I was already wearing and dropped it to the floor. Taking the dress from the nun, I stepped into the simple sheath and allowed her to zip me up. Under different circumstances and in a different time I might have taken the time to admire the luxurious silk and even appreciate how much a dress like this probably cost.

Now I didn’t care.

I longed for the shield and comfort of a sweatshirt and jeans.

It stung a little how inconsequential my life had been to this point. Groomed to become a whore for a man who only cared whether I lived or died depending on how much money I was worth.

“Sit,” the nun ordered, pointing at the single chair in the middle of the room.

My stomach churned as I moved to obey. Minutes from now Marco would enter this room and finally take what I have to freely offer. As much as I wanted to wipe that knowledge from my brain, it would burn there for eternity. No matter what happened, I would never forget my willing part in this.

After I settled into the seat, the woman grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her. It was a strange look she gave me, one I’d never seen from her before, but I was too tired to figure it out. If she was dressing me up to go out, it probably meant another opportunity for me to open my mouth or spread my legs.

“They are coming for you soon. Be ready to run.”

My eyes widened, stunned.

When her words sank in I almost laughed. There were five-inch heels strapped to my feet at the moment. I would not be running anywhere.

Except that strange look in her eyes I couldn’t interpret made my stomach jolt. “Who is coming?” I asked, my words slightly slurred.

She shook her head on a heavy sigh. “Just be ready. And try to be smart this time. You won’t get another chance.”

Without waiting for a response, the woman slipped from the room. Frowning, I stared at the closed door wondering what the hell had just happened. Did everyone forget how to speak plain English? Either way, I was tired of the drama. Fight, sit, bend over, lay still, and soon, spread your legs.

I was already sick and tired of being pulled every which way. My eyes grew heavy the more I stared at the door. The drug she gave me was weaving its magic and smoothing out the worst of my fears and jagged nerves. As my arms and legs turned to lead, I twisted in my seat and looked at the bed. My dreams were waiting for me…

If someone managed to come through that door wanting me to do something else tonight they could damn well wake me up to get it.

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