Page 79 of Devour
I want to ask how—press for more details—but she glances toward the hallway.
“We should get back to the dorm,” she says. “The lights are going to come on soon.”
“Sure. You go ahead—I’ll catch up.”
“You sure?”
I nod. “Yeah. Thanks.”
When I get back to the dorm, I’m still surprised Livia could be that nice. You really should not judge a book by its cover. I’m pulling the covers over me when Lucia mumbles, “Where were you?”
“Bathroom.”
“Hmmm.”
The dorm lights flicker on. Livia was right. I don’t even know if it’s day or night in this place anymore. I was hoping I could catch a little more sleep, but I groan under the covers and don’t take them off until Lucia gives me a light shake.
I peel the blanket from my face slowly and head to the bathroom. I shower, get dressed, and I’m just about to leave for the mess hall when Lucia stops me.
“Aren’t you going to wear it?” she asks.
“It…?” I blink at her. “Oh—you mean the nipple clamp.” “I tried, and it hurts,” I lie smoothly. The truth is, I haven’t even put it on. And I don’t want to. I’m hoping that if I piss off Mistress Tilly enough, she’ll consider me unfit to participate in the next auction.
“You shouldn’t anger Mistress Tilly.”
“Why?”
She glances around, as if someone might be listening in. Once she’s sure everyone else is distracted, she leans in and lowers her voice.
“I overheard Lexa and her crew talking about disqualification—and what happens if someone gets disqualified.”
“What?” I ask, needing her to get to the point.
“They get sent to the Games automatically.”
“The Games? What are the Games?”
“I don’t know exactly,” she says, her brows knitting together. “But I think it’s bad. During class, the mistresses keep saying we need to get auctioned—that it’s the only way we can pay off our debt to Crimson Dawn.”
“So, if we don’t get auctioned… do they send us to the Games instead? Until our debt is paid?”
She nods, confirming it. There’s really no way out of this. I can’t avoid the auction. If I’m disqualified, I’ll be sent to some nightmare I don’t understand. The Games—whatever they are—sound worse than being sold. My only hope now is that Luca finds me… before it’s too late.
“I left it on the bed,” I murmur. “I’ll go get it. Meet you at the mess Hall?”
“Okay,” she says gently. “Don’t take too long.”
I head back to the dorm and grab the nipple clamp from where I left it on the bed. My hands hesitate as I hold it, then I sigh and force myself to do it.
I slide off the strap of my dress and gently position the leather collar around my neck, fastening it snugly—but not too tight. A thin chain dangles from the center ring, ending in two cold metal clips. I wince as I open the clamps and attach them to each nipple.
The pressure is sharp, biting just enough to sting without drawing blood. I suck in a breath. It’s humiliating. Painful. But it’s better than the Games.
Today’s training was on how to use a butt plug. Mistress Tilly even brought in a couple to demonstrate the act. I had to keep swallowing to stop myself from throwing up—I don’t know if it was the display or my hormones turning my stomach.
When a thick, cock-shaped object—Mistress Tilly called it a dildo—disappeared into the woman’s ass, the expression on her face was pure ecstasy.
I would’ve thought she was acting… if I hadn’t seen the glistening wetness between her legs. Was she really enjoying this? Something inside her ass, being watched, displayed like an object?
