Page 44 of Chosen
In the beginning I would have hesitated but now I obey robotically, allowing my mind to drift to another place. NowI’m even desensitized of standing in this seminude state in front of a bunch of leering strangers.
Even after I’m made to turn around, I feel the stare of one particularsuperious. His pointed stare makes me uneasy but maybe he’s only staring because he’s disgusted. He smiles at me with yellowed teeth.
And then the selection begins. He walks in my direction and his scent arrives before he does.
He reeks of alcohol and old food stuffs. I could smell him before he was even close to me. It’s clear he had been drinking heavily tonight from the appearance of his blood shot eyes and the smell of alcohol was so strong it was almost as if it was permeating from his skin.
“You,” he points at me with a wicked smirk and a gleam of anticipation in his close set eyes.
My stomach drops but I don’t have the power to protest.
I’m led to one of the private rooms. Once we’re alone, I expect him to order me to take off my underwear since I’d already removed my dress in the ballroom but instead he gives me a sinister grin.
“I think it’s time for you and me to have a little fun. We’ll play one of my favorite games. How much pain can you endure before you scream. I love that game. I can tell by the scars on your back that you can withstand quite a bit. I wonder what would happen if make those wounds every deeper.”
This disgusting pig of a man has truly lost his mind. Or maybe it’s just the way of things. He only sees me as a tool that he can do anything with.
I notice for the first time, the leather bag he’s carrying. He tosses the bag on the bed and opens it up to reveal serval sharp metal devices, including knives.
I gasp.
Did he mean to kill me?
For the first time, in a long time, terror struck at my core. The next thing I remember, he’s coming toward me with a metal device. I’m frozen in place, fear gripping me.
“This is one of the little toys, I’ve invited and thought this was the best place to test it out. Do you want to see how it work?”
My mouth opens but no words come out.
He chuckles. “No, matter. You don’t have to speak, my beauty. We’ll both find out soon enough. He pushes a button on the bottom of the rod and out pops a three-pronged knife.
The evil bastard stalks toward me with menacing steps, his eyes never leaving my face. In that moment I’m positive I was going to die. There were moments since I started this assignment that I wanted to. When I was caned I’d prayed for death but the last bit of survival instinct within me that I didn’t realize I still had popped up.
I twirled out of his reach and raced for the door only to find there’s no way out. My palm against the heat sensory pad doesn’t recognize my vitals and I realize it was probably designed this way so that none of the companions could escape from the private rooms until their temporary masters had been satisfied.
He chuckles. “This will be more entertaining than I thought. You have some fight in your after all. I love it when they fight. It makes the end result much more satisfying.
He moves towards me in slow unhurried movements. There are no other exits in the room so I’m sure he figures that it’s only a matter of tiring me out until he catches me. My determination to get away, however, strengthens. I duck and dodge out of reach. Each time he gets near me, he slashes that weapon at me.
This dangerous dance seems to go on for so long, I’m starting to run out of breath. No matter how much alcohol thisman has consumed, he’s still steady on his feet and doesn’t seem to be running out of stamina.
Fuckingsuperiousand their stinking genes.
I’m quickly losing hope and I think about never seeing my parents or Noah again. In that moment I would give anything just to see them one last time,
In one last desperate measure, I sidestep the downward arc of his weapon and rush to the bed where the rest of his weapons lie. I grab the closest item I can get my hand on, something that appeared to be a mini scythe.
This only seems to amuse him. He chuckles. “What are you going to do with that my beauty? Do you think you can harm me with that?”
“Don’t come any closer!” I yell waving it in his direction.
This seems to amuse him. His eyes gleam with malice. “Red will look really good on you.”
He rushes forward faster than before and I automatically react. Instead of backing away, I shove the knife forward. To my shock and his, the knife sinks into his stomach.
His arm is still raised as if he’s ready to attack me but his eyes wide and his mouth falls open. A line of blood dribbles down the corner of his mouth.
Filled with adrenaline, I yank the knife out of his body and shove it back in, and then I do it again, and again. The rage I’d held back these past months has been released. The beatings, the degradation, the starvation, and every indignity I’d suffered.
