Page 70 of Frat Row
“Tyler, your uncle or maybe even your dad bought me at the auction,” I croak out.
With harshness in his voice, he firmly says, “No. No, that is not possible.” He backs away from me, his back connecting with the dresser, and it wobbles due to his distress. “My dad would never do something like that. He’s a doctor. He cares for people in need.”
“You have no idea who he really is underneath that mask he presents to the world,” I spit out, throwing my head back and groaning since the vibrators are still on.
Tyler’s eyes widen as he notices the tails of the vibrators hanging out between my legs, and his mouth drops open.
That is when he does a quick scan of my body, taking in the chains around my wrists and ankles.
“Please, you must leave now. The camera… Your dad turns it on every hour or so, sometimes less than that, to watch me.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m leaving you like this,” he states, determined to rescue me from this.
“You have to until we can formulate a plan,” I say hysterically, begging him. “Please, please just put the ball gag back on and then leave.”
Not wanting to move, I can tell his mind is racing with alternative options.
“Go! Go now!” I raise my voice in agitation.
He snaps back out of his trance and places the ball gag gently in my mouth, securing it in place.
Tyler lightly kisses my forehead. “I promise you, I will be back and get you out of here.”
Tears manifest in the corner of my eyes at the feeling; it has been so long since I had any sort of affection or care of any kind, and I know Tyler means it.
He leaves, rushing from the room and shutting the door quietly.
Throwing my head back on the pillow, I let out a sigh of relief.
But it’s short-lived, as the color drains from my face when I see the headphones beside me. My stomach drops as I shake my head side to side violently—no, no, no!
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
I all but sprint back to the main deck, stopping at one of the walls hidden from view. I straighten up and roll my shoulders, calming down in case I run into my parents or any staff members.
How the hell is Cassidy here, of all places? My dad fucking bought her? After he blatantly told me that he has never been involved in the human trafficking business?
I just witnessed it with my own eyes, and Cassidy is my dad’s personal sex slave. Pure, unfiltered anger tunnels my vision, and my fists clench.
I am going to kill him. He’s a monster, not a loving dad and husband that he portrays to the world.
A psychopath. The reality of it unnerves me, and the picture of who I thought he was disappears.
Closing my eyes and blocking out my surroundings, I meditate as I think of the ocean, calming myself before walking out of here.
After a few minutes, I stroll to the main living space and nonchalantly take a seat and lean back.
“Sir, is there anything you would like to drink?” a staff member asks me, interrupting my thoughts.
Shaken out of my stupor, I blink a few times. The waitress is blurred out of my vision as evil thoughts rack my brain.
Not wanting to cause a scene, I reply, “Whiskey neat.”
“Right away, sir.” She turns on her heel, heading for the kitchen.
I try to organize my thoughts and wrap my mind around killing my father. I didn’t think about the repercussions that would come from the fraternity for murdering a brother and stealing a sex slave.
They would use all their power to hunt me down and kill me without thought.
