Page 8 of Seeking Hades' Ember

The room was dim, the lamps only providing minimal light. Enough to look around the room but have difficulty reading. The walls were a deep blue, and the sheets on my body were a silver color. They felt so smooth against my skin as I played with the hem on the top of the sheet. The bed was larger than ten of my cots alone. All this room for me?

My thoughts of last night started rushing back. The auction, standing in front of all those men, being called horrible names such as slut and whore. Someone had bought me and bought me for more money than Master had ever received.

It was that same man I saw when I left my last table of the night. His face was handsome, and he looked older with dark stubble on his jawline. His hair was unkempt like he ran his fingers through his hair one too many times. There were worry lines or possibly angry lines that made him much older than he probably was. Once I glanced into his dark eyes that were hard and stoic, they softened. This man had been through a lot, that was for sure.

His eyes were deep pools of darkness, ones that I could easily drown in. My own soul continued to be pulled by him and pointed right into the blackness. Him, my soul continued to whisper. The more I stared, the more questions I had; he was just a customer of a strip club. Nothing good could come from a man like that, especially since he bought me. In that stupid VIP room, along with his friend Loukas.

God, Loukas.

I thought he was my friend, but it all ended up for naught. He was just like the rest of them, getting his in with Master so he could buy one of us. My heart hitched as a faint sob left my lips. I had felt alone before. I’ve always been alone, but I thought Loukas was different. He never hit on me or slapped my rear end as I walked by. He was honestly nice and tipped well. Probably thought I was able to keep it.

But now, now I was more alone than ever. He was just there to enjoy the spoils of his own friend. Did they buy me together? They all seemed close before I passed out. What kind of sick world is this? If only it would end for me. That’s all I want right now. I haven’t been able to catch a break in so long, and now I was going to become a sex doll and give up the last part of me that I held onto.

Before I could continue with my pity party, there was a knock at the door. I jumped and tried to scoot my body to the furthest side of the bed but quickly stopped when I felt a pull on my hand. There was a needle in my arm along with a plastic tube.

Are they drugging me?

“Hello,” the deep velvet voice spoke at the door. There was light pouring in the door, and with the darkness that was surrounding me, I could only see the outline of his body against the light. His hands were in his pockets, standing there, waiting patiently.

I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around me. Only to notice I was wearing a large black t-shirt that swallowed my whole body. A few tears left my eyes as he began to walk closer. His hands were still in his pockets, but you could hear the clicking of his shoes.

“I’m sorry if I startled you,” his baritone voice spoke. “How are you feeling?” The voice held concern, but I knew not to trust it. Men liked to play with women’s emotions, and I knew he would be just the same.

“Fine,” I whispered. Even though it was just a faint sound, he heard it and came more into the light so I could see his face. It was Loukas’s mystery friend. His eyes were still dark and didn’t hold onto the stoic face he had earlier. There was a faint smile on his lips as he sat down at the end of the bed. I jumped a bit and slid back farther into the headboard.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he said slowly. “I wanted to get you out of there, and I’m not going to do anything you don’t want.” My heart was beating rapidly; my breathing was a bit unstable. I don’t know how long I was out, but I was certainly feeling dizzy.

“Jillian,” my name rolled off his tongue. “It’s all right. No one will hurt you now,” he continues to coo at me. More tears escaped my eyes. That is the only action I could let out. The tears.

“That’s what they all say,” I whispered again as I hugged my legs tighter. The man’s hand balled into a fist and a few deep breaths were blown in and out of his nose. His strong features softened again, and he rolled his shoulders.

“I’ll be sure that it doesn’t happen again.” He paused. “I’m sure you are hungry. Loukas will bring in your food in a moment.” His voice was rougher than earlier. The man stood up, buttoned his suit jacket and walked to the door without saying another word and shut the door.

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