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I know if I fuck him again, I’ll only want him more.

That leaves me with one option.

I have to put a stop to it, completely.

I will dance.

I will perform.

But I will never lay another hand on Marek again.

13

Marek lets me out of the cage, and I don’t speak to him.

Not a single word, not for weeks.

Bonnie releases the article retracting her previous information and stating that Marek is keeping girls in cages for the show, as they are practicing and that he would be holding a free show for people to see. It won’t sway everyone, but I’m hopeful that if they come and watch the show I have been working my ass off for, they might just let it go and we can move on.

Marek is angry, moody, and blunt.

He hates that I’m not speaking to him, but I don’t care.

He should never have locked me in that cage.

It’s the day before the show, when we’re busy setting up, that a man walks into the tent. I can see right away that he’s somehow related to Marek. His features are strikingly similar, the only difference being he’s a little shorter, clean skinned, and has his hair cropped messily against his head. Otherwise, if you put the two of them side to side, you would almost say they were twins.

Is this Marek’s brother?

The one he hasn’t seen in a really long time.

My question is answered when Marek catches sight of him, and his entire face freezes.

Oh boy.

Approaching Marek, the man smiles, but it isn’t in a loving, friendly way. It’s more in a shit stirring, tormenting type of way.

“Hello, brother,” he purrs when he stops in front of Marek, who has his fists clenched by his sides.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Marek’s voice is icy, and without being asked, his second in charge, Fred, clears the tent. I’m not leaving though, oh no, I want to watch how this one unfolds. Fred gives me a scalding look, but I ignore him. I’m Marek’s prized possession, he’s not going to force me to do anything, and we both know it.

“It’s wonderful to see you too, brother. I’m so glad you missed me.”

His accent is as strong as Marek’s, but he has a slightly more American twist to his words. I’m guessing he has spent more time travelling and speaking to people than his brother. Marek isn’t the chatty type, and I’m certain if he doesn’t have to, he doesn’t have conversations with anyone.

“You fucking left and never looked back, Aleksander. I want nothing to do with you.”

Aleksander.

I like it.

Marek didn’t tell me much about his brother, apart from the fact that he was evil, and he never bothered looking for him. He didn’t elaborate as to why.

“Come now,” Aleksander grins. “Let’s leave the past in the past and come over and give your brother a hug.”

Marek looks murderous.

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