Page 50 of Playing For Keeps
He storms out of the room. The curtains rustle as he disappears.
A minute later, two male, muffled, angered voices slice through the air. Xander must be telling Mort about my condition. My heart thumps and my limbs tingle.
Sasha’s chains rattle. “You’re pregnant?”
“I—”
“You can't seriously be thinking this way!” Xander’s accented words scream down the hall.
My curtains flip open, and Mort growls. “She told me you were going to be a problem, but I have a better idea. Some guys get off loading pregnant girls full of their cum. You just upped your price tag by giving us the news.”
My eyes widen. My plan has backfired, and dread rains over me.
I instinctively cover my belly. “Please don’t do this.”
Mort’s gaze flashes with a sinister gleam. “And once you have this bastard child, they can sell it. Call it a triple crown, of sorts.”
Xander tenses. “This is the sickest thing you’ve ever thought about doing.”
Mort spins toward him. “Since when do you care?”
“Since there’s an innocent baby in play,” he hisses.
“Now you have a conscience?” Mort glances back at me. “Sure, it’s a little different, but I think it can work.”
Xander stands in place, red-faced and pulling in quick,shallow breaths. Mort stalks over to me and lifts me up by the armpit.
I struggle to stand straight on my wobbly legs. The drugs he gave me have their intended effect. I can’t do anything other than try to stay stable.
“Strip her and get ready for the auction. Once you're done, prepare the other girl and bring her with you. Have them on the stage in five minutes.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pair of scissors. As he’s leaving my room, he shoves the handle of them into Xander’s stomach. “You know what to do, so don’t give me any lip.”
Xander flashes his gritted teeth and rips the scissors from Mort’s grip. He doesn’t argue, but his glare is enough to say he’s sick about this idea of Mort’s. Once he’s gone, Xander turns to me and shakes his head.
He marches over to me and whips me toward the brick. “Hands against the wall.”
My thoughts scramble. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” His tone is full of hostility and defeat. “I’m going to hell for this.”
At a loss for what to do, I place my palms on the cold brick. He cuts up the back of my shirt, through my bra straps and down each arm sleeve. The material falls to the floor. Cool air slaps my naked skin.
Zaps of lightning tornado through me. “Please don’t do this.”
He yanks down my yoga pants and my underwear.
“Step out.” He tugs on the material that’s bunched at my ankles.
I sway as I pull each leg out, mortified this is taking place. He’s not going to help. Tears spring from my eyes as he rips my pants off.
I weep as he trudges out of my room and into Sasha’s. She doesn’t make a sound other than a whimper here and there as scissors shred through her clothes.
Chains rattle, and Xander’s dead tone cuts in. “Come this way.”
A moment later, he enters my room, avoiding my gaze. Sasha and I make watery eye contact.
She’s a beautiful, pure young lady. Her olive skin is perfect. Her long black hair is pulled forward and covers her breasts.
Other than that, she’s bare skin in shackles, just as I am. Her brown eyes are full of fear. There’s nothing I can do to help her. Xander keeps hold of her chains as he unlocks mine from the bolt on the floor.
