Page 16 of Bound in Sacrifice

I rub the sleep from my eyes and look around. I’m not in my room, I’m in the fucking prison cell that I was forced into last night.

Fuck.It wasn’t just a nightmare. I want to cry.

“I’m Paige. I’ve been asked to show you to your new living quarters.”

I stare at the gorgeous, young woman standing in front of me. I would usually feel intimidated by someone as pretty as she is, but something about her tells me she is genuinely nice and kind. She has long dirty blonde hair that falls just below her shoulders, and warm brown eyes that remind me of espresso.

I am caught off guard by her outfit though. She is wearing a delicate, longline bra made of black lace. The fabric just under her breasts extends down further than a normal bra, but it doesn't cover her entire torso the way a corset would, and leaves her flat stomach exposed. It’s paired with a short piece of black, flowy material that could hardly be considered a skirt. She is one of the most adorable women that I’ve ever seen. She’s petite, but you can tell that what she lacks in size she makes up for in personality.

“New living quarters? I thought I was to stay here.”

“I guess you can if you want,” she shrugs at my question.

“No!” I offer her a genuine smile, surprising myself, but her aura is soothing and her presence eases my anxiety.

“Good girl. Let’s go!”

She turns on her heel and walks from my cell. It’s then I notice the lacy underwear that she has on underneath of her skirt, barely covering her ass. Both her hair and her short skirt swish through the air behind her as she walks a step ahead of me.

“Tell me about yourself, Rosabelle,” she says, leading me up a short set of stairs midway along the stone corridor.

“I...” I’m thrown off by the normalcy of the conversation, taking place in the middle of the most abnormal situation that I could have ever imagined myself in. “There’s really not much to say.”

“Oh, come on. I find that hard to believe. You look like a fun, smart woman!” She links her arm in mine like we’re best of friends.

“Thanks,” I flash her a stiff smile.

“And you’re stunning! All the guys are going toloveyou,” she adds on, stopping me in my tracks.

“W-what guys?” I stammer.

“In the club!”

“The club? I’m not--” I stop talking.

Does she think that I applied for a job? Maybe she doesn’t know why I’m here. I don’t want to get either of us in trouble by giving away any information that shouldn’t be divulged.

I don’t know how The Beast usually handles his kidnappings.

I roll my eyes sarcastically, trying to keep Paige from seeing me.

“You won’t need to worry about them though, they know better than to go after something that belongs to Master B.”

Her words hit me hard. I’m not upset to hear that no one will ‘go after me’. To hear her reaffirm that Ibelong tothe one everyone refers to simply as “The Beast”, is a punch in the gut.Doesshe know the truth about my situation? I guess it would make sense for me to work in the club in order to pay off my father’s debt, but I can’t even begin to think about what job he has in mind for me.

“So, I’ll be living somewhere in La Tour?”

“No, La Tour is club space only. I’m taking you to Le Château.”

“Le Château?”

“Yes, did Master B not tell you? He’shorriblewhen it comes to communication.”

I stop walking and remove my arm from hers. She turns with a confused look on her face.

“Do you know why I am here?”

She regards me carefully, as if she’s trying not to cause me any further pain.

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