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“Oh, you’ll have plenty of time to ‘get to know her,’” the manager waggled his slimy antennae in a suggestive manner. “In fact, she’s currently wearing a sensor that will let me know when she has physical contact with you. Not enough contact will be punished severely, you can be sure of that!”

“What? But I never asked for that!” Davrik protested. This Sonya was going to think he was a monster before they even got to know each other!

“All part of the Supreme Treatment which you paid for,” the Sluggorn said smoothly. “We find that it’s best to keep an eye on our flowers while they entertain VIP patrons such as yourself. It makes them extra eager to please—and then everyone is happy.”

Everyone except for the poor female you’re forcing to have contact with some random male who bought her! Davrik thought but didn’t say. At this point he just wanted the fucking manager to get out of here so he could finally meet the Sonya of this universe and start getting to know her. And hopefully prove to her that he wasn’t an abusive monster.

“She is required to provide you with oral pleasure often—we keep track of that as well,” the manager burbled. “And you may use her in any way you see fit. For all intents and purposes, our lovely songbird is yours for the week, Sir Davrik. You will sleep every night in her bed, spend every day together, and eat every meal together—which will be catered by our personal VIP chef! Please feel free to request anything you want to eat or drink—the kitchen staff is completely at your disposal, just like Sonya.”

“All right,” Davrik said shortly. There was no point in protesting all this—apparently it was all part of the ungodly expensive Supreme Treatment package which he’d had to agree to in order to get a whole week with Sonya. He would just have to try and convince her that he wasn’t some rich asshole who only wanted to abuse her and exploit her body after the manager left.

“Good. Now then, Sonya—you may raise your head and meet your new Lord and Master, Sir Davrik,” the Sluggorn said.

Davrik’s heart thumped painfully. He couldn’t help wondering if maybe somehow she might know him. He knew it was foolish—this wasn’t his Sonya, even if she looked exactly like his lost mate. But what if she had been dreaming of him, as so many people did when their souls entwined with a Kindred’s? He had never Dream-shared with his own Sonya but maybe this new Sonya was different. What if she looked up and he saw recognition on her lovely face?

And then she did look up. Her eyes widened and an expression passed over her beautiful features. But not an expression of recognition or even happiness.

No, to Davrik’s horror, the look on her pretty face was the exact one she’d been wearing when she stared at the Trollox back in the lounge. It was an expression of stark, utter terror.

For some reason, he scared her to death.

SIXTEEN

SONYA

The moment Sonya had gotten off the stage, Oozle had been there, waiting for her. She was afraid he was angry about her missed notes—the way she’d faltered in the song she’d been singing. But she hadn’t been able to help it! That awful Sir Grox—the way he’d been staring at her and licking his lips! It made her shutter to remember the hungry lust in those beady yellow eyes!

And then the humming had saved her. It had been a male, obviously—someone with a warm, mellow baritone just loud enough for her to hear. It had bolstered her and helped her get her mind off the Trollox and finish the song. Sonya wished she could thank whoever it was—they had really saved her!

But it turned out that the Sluggorn manager wasn’t angry with her at all—instead he had some very unwelcome news.

“I don’t have much time, so listen up,” he’d snapped at her. “You’re about to have a VIP client to entertain and he’s bought your services for the entire week. Not only that, but you’re to give him the Supreme Treatment—do you understand me?”

Sonya had felt her stomach drop. She’d heard terrible stories about the Supreme Treatment Package—it the most expensive package a male could purchase, here at The House of a Thousand Flowers and it gave the client who purchased it carte blanche to do any horrible thing he wanted to the girl he had selected. She had hoped she would never have a client buy the Supreme Treatment package with her, since most of her clients just wanted her to sing to them.

“I…I understand,” she’d said, the words nearly sticking in her throat.

“I don’t think you do! You’re going to do everything he asks of you and more,” Oozle told her. “You’re going to make him feel like a king! Here—wear this.”

He held out a gold chain bracelet with a clear stone about as big as her thumb set in the center.

“What is it?” Sonya asked, taking it delicately from his slimy fingers and wiping it clean as well as she could.

“Put it on!” Oozle insisted and watched with both antennae as she snapped it around her wrist. “Good. It will let me know if you’re making enough physical contact with the client. I want you touching him and in close proximity at all times! Also, you’ll be required to give him oral pleasure at least twice a day—once in the morning, and once at night.”

“What?” Sonya demanded—she hadn’t known about the oral part. She started to take the bracelet off again, but she found it was firmly fixed around her wrist and wouldn’t unclasp.

“You’ll also spread your legs for him anytime he wants you to and do anything else he orders,” Oozle went on relentlessly. “I’ll be bringing him up to your room shortly, so get up there and be sure you’re in the submissive position to greet him. And don’t look up until I give you permission. Am I understood?”

Sonya felt sick, but this was her life now. She had no choice—no say in the matter. She had to obey or worse things might happen to her. But she had a sudden, desperate thought.

“Please,” she begged Oozle. “Please, tell me it’s not Sir Grox again—not that horrible Trollox!”

“Oh, he wanted you all right.” The Sluggorn let out a burbling laugh that sounded like someone gargling with pudding. “But the other patron paid for your time first. So Sir Grox will have to wait his turn. Now go on—get up to your room and assume the submissive position!”

And Sonya had no choice but to do as he said, hurrying up the golden lift to the penthouse room where she lived now that her life was not her own.

As she arranged herself on the floor, kneeling with her forehead against the white marble of the entryway, her face down, and her arms stretched out in front of her, she wondered what her VIP client would be like. Whoever or whatever he was, at least it wasn’t the horrible Sir Grox!

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