Page 38 of Concealed Deception

“Get up,” he says with a growl.I slowly move my body, so I’m sitting up.It takes me a long period of time, which pisses the guy off.“That’s enough fucking around.”He undoes the shackles then pulls me up.My knees buckle with the pressure of being upright and I fall to the ground, hurting my still cuffed wrist while trying to brace my fall.

“Fucking hell, you whores are all the same.Get up.”He pulls me up by my hair and pain sears through my scalp, making me scream.

“Fuck, you’re pathetic.”His harsh words continue as he drags me up the stairs.

I’m too busy trying to remain upright and keeping the pressure from my scalp when I’m shoved into another room.I fall to a heap on the floor again, but this time, I have carpet to cushion my fall.I hiss at the pain that ripples through my knees and wrist as I try to sit up.

“You wouldn’t be this weak if I was allowed to tame you.I don’t know what makes you special, but my boss has a special attachment to you.Do you have a golden pussy or some shit?Maybe I could have a play and he wouldn’t know?”He licks his lips, his menacing smile giving his thoughts away.

“Seth, that’s enough,” comes another male voice from the doorway.“Leave her alone.Quinn will tidy her up.You’re needed elsewhere.”The new voice holds authority and scares me more than anyone I’ve come across so far.He turns toward the timid female on the other side of the door next.“Get her cleaned up and ready for preview.”

They leave and lock the door behind them.

“Can you please tell me what’s going on, Quinn?How long have I been here?”I ask in a low voice.I know what’s happening to me, though I need as much information as possible to understand where I am and how much time I have left before I’m sold to the highest bidder.

Quinn faces me, eyes wide, and with gritted teeth tells me to be quiet.She then raises her accented voice.“It’s time to shower.Please come with me.”

The way she speaks is cryptic.

I do as she asks, not wanting to bring those other men back into the room.If being held by Xander is anything to go by, then I know this room has cameras.

I stand on wobbly legs and follow her into a small ensuite bathroom.She turns the shower on, waiting for it to heat up.When the steam starts to billow from the room, she speaks again.

“You must get in the shower now.”

I do as I’m asked.I don’t want to cause this woman any more trouble than she already receives by being a slave.

Sitting on the shower floor, I close my eyes and sink back under the hot stream of water.Every drop that pelts my sensitive skin brings life back to me, even if only a small amount.Once the filth has washed off, I open my mouth to let the refreshing droplets rehydrate my tongue, then greedily swallow mouthfuls, not knowing the next time I’ll be in this room or have this opportunity.

“You must take it easy.You’ll make yourself sick.”

I listen and take my time to appreciate being able to drink again.

While in my semi-humble state, memories start flashing before my eyes, which brings back my distress.I recall snippets from the night I locked Camille in my room.Images of me escaping my room, me hiding in the kitchen, anxiously waiting in the elevator and strong arms holding me hostage flash before my eyes.I try my hardest to remember who was holding me or what happened past that point.

“You’re in San Francisco, about to be sold on the black market by a man named Mr.Lamont.He’s evil, Miss.Bad news.Women have been sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars, but they’re usually much younger.He’s never had a… mature woman here before.You’ve stirred things up around here,” she says.

My jaw drops hearing that name.

“How much older than me would he be?”I need to know.I can’t believe Xander would do this to me.

“He’s quite old, Miss.He has very light hair.”

It can’t be.Flashes of being in a car with an older man blinds me.

Oh, dear God, it’s him.It’s Xander’s father.

What the hell have I done?

“Miss?Are you all right?”She’s apprehensive.I don’t blame her.Most people in my position—hell, our position—would be.

“I know him.He brought me here.Is he here too?”I try to stay calm while asking questions.The better I’m acquainted with my surroundings the more of a chance I have at surviving.

“Yes.You must get out now.”She’s back to being enigmatic as she turns the shower off and pats me dry with a towel.

There are many questions I’d like to ask Quinn, but I keep my mouth closed for the duration of my time with her.Instead, I let her dress me and do my hair.

I’m about to ask where my shoes are when the door opens and in steps the devil himself.

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