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"I don't want you to end up like me, Vic. If people find me here and figure out that we slept together, Trevor will go out of his way to make sure you're his newest servant."

Vic gripped my chin. "I'm not afraid of your sponsor. We will figure this out. I want to bring Alex here. He will be better at explaining what we found out. We are going to get you out of this, Isaac." Leaning over me, he pressed his lips to mine. "Hold tight here. I'll be back."

"You think it'll be safe?" I asked nervously.

"Alex wouldn't work this hard to find a way to free you if we couldn't trust him. I need to get to work anyway. I'll talk to him, then hopefully he will come here, and we can figure out how to get you free of Hobbs."

Chapter 29

I spent the next several hours cleaning to the best of my ability despite having no clue where Vic kept everything. I figured his clothes would go into a dresser, obviously, but how did I wash them? I was too terrified to step foot outside to even remotely consider looking for a laundromat. I jumped every time someone made too much noise in the hall. Heavy footsteps and slamming doors made me feel like the police were going door to door searching for me.

Vic had been gone for a good six hours, and I hardly put a dent in the place because I held still for a long time whenever I heard footsteps outside. My anxiety ran wild, with constant scenarios running through my head that drew my attention away from my tasks.

Eventually, I gave up and sat down. My hands were shaking. What I wouldn't give for a line of Nova right now. But that wasn't the best idea. Sure, it would give me the energy I needed to clean, but it would also keep me on edge more than I already was.

No, I needed a distraction. I lifted my feet onto the couch and turned on the TV. There were a few sitcoms playing, but no flicks I hadn't seen a million times before. Sin City didn't make many movies since there was no place to shoot them. The only new forms of entertainment we had were talk shows, soap operas, and sitcoms since they could be filmed on a small set. Almost all movies were from the time before, when directors could go to different countries to make a film.

I flipped to the news channel. For some reason, I thought I would see my face plastered all over the headlines, but there was nothing. Did Hobbs even tell people what happened to me? Or did I miss my own funeral?

Noise in the hallway made my heartrate skyrocket. Throwing the remote, I jumped over the side of the couch as the door creaked open. Cautiously, I looked over the cushions, releasing a sigh of relief when I spotted Vic. We needed to come up with a secret knock or something. My body was still shaking from the shock as I got to my feet. When Alex strolled through the door right behind Vic, I hissed, "Door!"

"Nobody is looking for you, Isaac."

That eased my shaking, and I slowly sat back on the couch, twisting my hands together to keep myself from fidgeting. "So, everyone thinks I'm dead then?"

"Nobody knows anything. Hobbs hasn't told anyone what happened to you. I'm going to assume he is going to keep it under wraps until he finds your replacement." Alex sighed, leaning on his cane. "It would be bad publicity to tell everyone you jumped off the wall. People would begin to question why a successful adult entertainer would go to such lengths. People would start snooping into his business, and trust me, that is the last thing he needs."

I couldn't stop the smirk that crept across my face. I should have been terrified, but Alex had given me a bit of hope. "Why would it be the last thing he needs?"

"For a fifteen-minute session, you cost three thousand sinders. Every time you do a simple fifteen-minute session, you should get three hundred sinders added to your books. Anything with special kinks can range anywhere between five and ten thousand. The Cum-n-Go boxes are eight hundred sinders, and let's not forget the films. As a bottom who usually takes several cocks at once, your fee would be three thousand sinders a movie. Not to mention royalties from your products. Your pocket asses, the lube, the anal cleansers, pictures, and so many other things. You are supposed to get a percentage for all of that added to your books." Alex folded his hands and stared intently at me. "Isaac, you should have been free five years ago."

Nobody spoke. The air around me felt heavy, and I slumped over, staring off into the distance as Alex's words rang through my mind. Five years. I should have been free five years ago. Trevor really was keeping me as his slave.

Stomach acid churned in my belly as blood rushed to my face from rage. That motherfucker! How long did he plan on forcing me to pleasure the entire fucking gay population of Sin City? I really was his favorite toy, and I would continue to be his plaything until I got too old for the role. Then again, I'm sure there was a market for pimping out silver foxes.

"What does this mean?"

"It means we have to figure out how to get Hobbs' real records. Trevor Hobbs undoubtedly has kept a hidden record of every transaction."

How in the fuck was I going to do that? I would have to turn myself into Hobbs to even have a chance. If I didn't, I would be wanted for the rest of my life. Damned if I do and damned if I don't. I didn't want to hide. I was too much of an extrovert for that. But if I went back to Hobbs, who knows how long it would take to get the proof? It could be ten more years before I saw freedom.

I hadn't even realized tears were streaking down my face until Vic wiped them from my eyes. "How am I supposed to get those records?"

His solemn face was answer enough. He was just as clueless as I was.

"We wait for Hobbs to replace you," Alex stated. "Perhaps we could find a willing participant."

Vic shook his head. "Why would they risk losing all of that fame and fortune to help Isaac? If Hobbs goes down, his business goes down, along with anyone he puts in the spotlight."

"It would have to be a servant then. Just keep a low profile, Isaac. Don't go out unless you absolutely must. If you feel cabin fever overwhelming you, go to a place Hobbs would never think to look."

I crumbled against Vic's shoulder, taking in the scent of cheap cigars and old booze—not an ideal scent, but I'd take it. I needed him to be my rock. I was so close to shattering and giving up again. Even if I did, I'd probably manage to survive.

Chapter 30

A groan snaked its way between my lips as I felt Vic's strong thrusts. Sliding my fingers along his back, I traced every tense muscle down to his ass cheeks, giving them both a squeeze. He thrust into me harder and leaned down, running his nose gently along my neck.

I closed my eyes in bliss, never wanting the feeling to end. I don't think Vic realized how wonderful it was when we had sex. Not only was he great in bed, but it was my choice to sleep with him. I was locked up in his apartment, but when we were under the covers, I was free.

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