Page 5 of They Call Him Reaper

I release a small breath when he steps back. Michat isn't done with his seduction game. He adjusts his unimpressive erection while staring at me. I want to gag, not because he looks bad, but because he's disgusting on the inside with all those poor women rotting in his basement. I’m led out by a brunette with dead eyes; he called her Sapphire. She must have been here long before me.

Once we’re out of earshot, she begins to speak. “Look, bitch. Do your job to not die. Trying to escape or ask for help will only get you killed. You have no friends here,” Her blue eyes shine with annoyance, proving how she’s been brainwashed. “I’m his number one. You’re just a novelty. Remember that. Now get in the shower.”

I just nod and start stripping what he didn't rip off, since she looks like she’s itching for a reason to get me killed. Stepping under the spray, I stay in the shower as long as I can until Sapphire comes back and tells me to hurry up.

Grabbing the fluffy gray towel, I wrap it around me as another woman comes in and gives me new lingerie. As I slip into the silky, lacy nonsense that would come in handy if I were attracted to the guy, I allow myself to reel.

The tech billionaire who’s praised in the media for all his altruistic acts is the man funneling women through his house. Is he at the top, or is he a contact who gets first dibs on some of the women? The way he shot those men has me thinking it’s the former. The rest of the “preparation” flies by as I zone out. When I’m aware again, makeup covers my bruises, my hair is dried andstyled to show my natural curls with most of them pinned up. My dress is black and much too tight, and my lips are hooker red. Not my choice, but my life isn’t my own right now.

I make my way back to the room in heels I’d never pick and prepare to serve myself on a metaphorical platter to the worst kind of man.

The party is about asnice as it could be, despite the evil lurking underneath. Michat’s hand keeps finding my ass, and I must school my face to not recoil every time his lips find any part of my body. I’m a little tipsy because I take a sip every time he does something that makes me sick to my stomach. In passing, I’ve heard some girls call me lucky, but they have no idea. It all seems so civilized, but it’s sickening at best.

Caviar, truffles, seafood towers, and the finest champagnes do not distract me from what’s going on under some of these people's noses. Some of the guests have gold bracelets with a red stone on them. Periodically, those guests disappear in the direction that the girls are being kept. Some are government officials and other celebrities I’ve seen before. I try not to sneer at them and remain on Michat’s arm like a stupid sex toy.

“Get us some drinks and don’t wander too far,” he tells me in an artificially sweet tone.

“I’ll be right back, dear.” I cringe internally, since my tone is equally fake.

Eyes track me as I move to the bar. There has to be a way to escape. The bartender turns and steals my breath. It’s not the time to find anyone attractive, but there’s no other way to describe him. His dark hair is slicked back out of his face and brings attention to his thick eyebrows and full lashes thatencase his molten brown eyes. His lips look like they were made for kissing, but he doesn’t seem friendly. He doesn’t speak but passes me the exact drinks I need before I can order them. I hide my disappointment because he could be one of Michat’s eyes. Although he continues to study my face, neither one of us speaks.

One awfully friendly guy comes to chat with me but the bracelet on his arm sours me to his conversation. Still, I must see what’s being said about them.

“Your bracelet is lovely,” I tell him. “That stone is an interesting shade of red. Where did you get it?”

The graying fellow smiles cautiously, and I watch him formulate a lie. “It was a Christmas present.”

“From Michat? He’s very generous. I saw other people with them. I was going to ask for one but figured they’re only for his male friends who get to go in the VIP room over there.”

His brow furrows and his wrinkled face tells me he thinks I know too much. “Yup. Vintage wine only for his close friends.”

“Ah. A modern twist to a gentlemen's club. I like it.”

Pain shoots through my wrist as Michat squeezes it until I fear he’s going to break it.

“You’re not supposed to be bothering my guests,sweetheart.”

The old sicko walks off and leaves me at the bar with Michat.

“I’m not. He started chatting with me. I simply told him how much I like the bracelet.”

The bartender passes Michat another drink, and he smiles, as if remembering we’re in mixed company. He grabs the back of my neck and squeezes. The bartender watches with no emotion. “Thank you. Bitches can’t do simple tasks like bring back drinks.”

The bartender leans in, and I notice he has a bracelet as well. “Sometimes they need to be trained.”

I want to gasp. I’m in a world full of sickos and I want out. “Take a load off and go enjoy thewine.”

The bartender nods, then walks off, disappearing where the girls are kept. I lose my focus because Michat’s grip tightens on my neck.

“This is the only time I’ll tell you this. Stop asking questions. I saw how you looked at him. He’s dead right after he pays for pussy.” He bites my ear and pulls me closer. “In fact, I might fuck you while you watch him bleed out. That way, you’ll remember that I own you.”

I fall forward when he lets me go, taking deep breaths to keep from crying. Part of me wishes my dad would show up. I’d be happy to leave with that psycho. At least he doesn’t expect these kinds of things from me since I’m his child.

The party dies down with no sign of the bartender. It’s frustrating to think Michat got his way again, but isn’t that like my dad? A terrible guy who gets away with everything? Whiskey is the only thing that keeps me sane, since his words become lewder and his hands take more liberties. More of the like minds hang back until I see only red bracelets in the crowd. I don’t need to be a party veteran to know this is when shit gets dirty.

We’re in the company of two other guys when Sapphire and another girl appear and climb into their laps.

“Sasha,” he huffs in my ear from behind, his erection pressing against my ass, making me fear I’ll see my whiskey again. “You should kiss Sapphire for me, baby.”

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