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  “What?” I snap back.

  “Oh, I didn’t realize you were still there.” He mumbles. “I couldn’t say anything earlier…” he pauses and I’m fucking glad. I’m about to figure out who the fuck the chick is, who is in my basement. “My wife couldn’t overhear the conversation. I wanted to see if we could negotiate?”

  “Negotiate?”

  “Yeah, we both know what else you took from me will be well over half. I calculated it and I think, including everything you have now, I probably owe you 150K.”

  “Jack, all I took is money.” I tell him before I add. “Friday, you need to have my money. All 250 thousand.”

  Hanging up the phone, I stand from the desk and walk out of the office and down the stairs into the basement.

  Flipping the lock and pushing the door open. Tilting my head for a second when I look across the room and don’t see her lying on the bed, the brief expression is the closest I will ever come to actually showing confusion. Turning to look towards the opposite side of the room, I hear the large club chair I was sitting in yesterday morning scrap across the floor and slam into my calves. Grunting out as it pins me to the door and I hear her bare feet slap the ground as she jumps over the chair and rushes out the door. “Fuck,” attempting to turn around, shoving the chair back from holding me against the door. It hits the opposite wall loudly as I move quickly past it and out into the hallway. The irony of the fact that the sole purpose of putting those chairs in here was that they were fucking heavy to move.

  Glancing down the hallway, I see her running away, in my white button-down that hits her mid-thigh. With every stride, it pulls up high on her legs and I can see the brief flash of her ass. A feeling I haven’t let take over in a long time breaks out of me as I see her running, fleeing like the prey she is.

  “This is a bad idea.” I growl out towards her, causing her to hesitate and slow down for a brief second before she picks her pace back up, moving as fast as she can from me. I can’t stop the animalistic snarl as it comes from low in my throat as I run with every intention to catch her. Her hesitation will be her downfall, because it was just enough time for me to get my bearings right again. For me to get a plan of action together. Although this plan of action doesn’t seem to have needed any thinking for it.

  She slides into the cross section of the hallways and panics as she tries to pick the right one. I watch as, in a split second, she pivots to the right as she continues to run. The fear that I imagine in her eyes at this exact moment causes more adrenaline to course through me.

  Wrong choice. But in all fairness, there wasn’t a right choice there. None of these hallways will get her out of the basement.

  Gliding around the corner, I’m closing in on her as she looks behind her and the slight shock on her face as she notices how close I am makes me laugh again. I purposefully growl as I launch myself onto her, wrapping my arms around her, and I force her feet out from underneath her. Rotating us in the air, landing on my side, taking the brunt of the fall and careful enough so that she doesn’t hit her head on the ground, and we roll for a few feet. When we come to a stop, I make sure she’s underneath me, my legs caging her body, and her face down on the ground. Just my body weight alone, pressing her face harder against the floor.

  “That wasn’t a smart idea, Little Girl.” I breathe into her ear and I can hear the gasp come out of her pretty full lips. “I like the chase.” Then leaning down and biting the crook of her neck, hard. A whimper comes out of her, which fuels me to sink my teeth in further as I bite down harder. A moan vibrates out of her, causing my dick to twitch. I finally release her, when I get a metallic taste in my mouth. “Now, you’re going to roll over.” I growl into her ear again.

  Sighing, she follows my order as I feel her roll underneath me. I don’t move from overtop of her, smirking as I catch my teeth marks that are red and swollen on her neck, slightly trickles of blood coming from them. I can feel her body brush against my cock as she turns completely over.

  Her eyes look up to me, as I continue to lean on her. “Now, we’re going to talk. And this time you’re going to answer me.” I pause. “What’s your name?” She glares at me, not answering me. Leaning further into her, bringing my mouth to her ear. “Tell me what your fucking name is?” I growl into her ear again before I smirk to myself as I let my mouth lower and bite onto her neck again, noticing that she instantly tilts her head, exposing more of her neck and making my cock throb at the motion. Without meaning to, I grind my hips up against her quickly. Pulling back, she nearly whimpers as soon as my mouth leaves her flesh. When I look down at her, though, she still is defiant as she refuses to give me any information, but I consider it progress that she doesn’t tell me to fuck off. “Okay, what about this? Why were you at Jack’s house, in his bed?” She looks away for a second and I nod my head, smirking at her. “You’re his whore?” Her eyes cut to me and I just nod my head and let out a slight laugh. “That’s a shame.” I lessen the pressure that my body puts against her. “You have all this loyalty to him but he doesn’t have a single fucking ounce for you.” Getting off of her as I look down and ask. “Are you going to run again?” She slowly shakes her head as I reach my hand up and pull her up from the ground.

  As she stands in front of me, I grasp a hold of her wrist, spinning her to face her away from me, and clutching the other wrist together as I steer her back to her room. She doesn’t fight against me but simply walks as I continue to press her forwards, her head slightly hangs, looking at the floor.

  As I push her into the open door, she looks back to me. “What did you mean?”

  “You’ll have to be more specific.”

  “How is Jack not…” she trails, not really wanting to finish the statement. Sighing, I look down at the ground because I don’t really want to tell her, but I’ll never admit that to her.

  “He called earlier, offered to use you to pay off his debt to me.” I tell her. She looks up at me wide-eyed, and I can see the pain that flashes in her eyes for a second before I just shrug and shut the door. Standing on the other side for a minute, I’m positive that I can hear small sobs come out and I have to talk myself out of consoling her.

  I was debating putting her into a real cell after the shit she just pulled, but as I leave her with the sullen look on her face, I just can’t seem to force myself to do it. I’ll just leave her down here longer.

  ❖

  Nyx

  I can hear the key in the lock as the clink happens, but this time I don’t try to fight back. I just continue to sit on the bed.

  How could Jack do that?

  He would just sell me like that.

  I feel like I’m such an idiot.

  But I’m also sure that somehow they have eyes on me at all times, so after the first couple of minutes I refused to let any more tears come out.

  When the door opens this time, I don’t even look up. “Come on.” Blaine calls to me and I tilt my head towards him just enough to acknowledge his presence. “Get up.” He motions to me. I slowly get up from the bed and eye him curiously but only for a second before dropping my gaze to the floor. He steps into the room and grasps my arm firmly and then we are walking.

  Except for my little failed jailbreak attempt, I haven’t been out of my cell in days. When I see the staircase, I’m shocked. I was probably not even 10 feet from it. I just ran in the wrong direction.

  Blaine leads me up the stairs and down a lavish hallway. The tile is cold on my feet. When he pushes a door open, I stare into the enormous room… not as large as the room the other night that they pushed me into, but far larger than the room that I just came from. “The door will remain locked. There will be a guard on the other side, but it’s better than downstairs.” Although I will admit that the cell wasn’t much of what I would have imagined a cell to be like. “The balcony door is locked. If you want to go outside you can ask the guard to open it, but they will be out there with you the entire time.” He steps to
a door and opens it, revealing a bathroom on the other side. “Let him know if you need anything. He can get it for you.” He nods as he walks back over to the door and leaves.

  Sighing, I walk towards the other door in the room and open it, revealing a completely empty closet. I groan before I walk over to the dresser, revealing drawers that are just as empty. I hoped that I could wear something other than the oversized button down. Giving up, I just walk back into the bathroom and run a shower.

  As I wait for the water to warm, I glimpse myself in the mirror and notice the large circular bite mark on my neck. Running my fingers over it, feeling the welts that his teeth made in my flesh, I can’t help but think about him pressing me into the floor, and it causes my core to warm.

  I can feel the eyes on me halfway through my shower, but I don’t retreat. I don’t hurry or even cover myself.

  Stepping out of the shower , I grab the towel on the rail, wrapping it around my body. I stop at the door and stare out at my prison 2.0, with him sitting on the bed, looking at me. I try to not let myself notice the slight bulge in his dress pants as he sits on the edge of the bed.

  “Come here.” His words come out ragged and forceful as he takes me in. Hesitating for a second, I reach over for the shirt that I sat down on the sink. “You won’t need that.” His eyes don’t waver off from me as he lifts his hand, and with his index and middle fingers, he motions for me to move to him.

  Coming to a stop in front of him, I hold the towel tightly to my chest. Cocking one eye to me, he motions the same two fingers in a downward motion. I think about the last time I told him to fuck himself and I debate saying it again, but I just match his stare back at him. Clearing his throat, he stands up, towering over me. Gripping my wrists before he pulls my hands away, and the towel falls down from concealing my body.

  He expects me to cower, but I don’t. This wouldn’t mark the first time that a man has judged my body or tried to use it for whatever that they want. Only, normally, men who do this I don’t have conflicting feelings over. I’m aware that it sounds like I’ve got some Stockholm syndrome going on. Believe me, I know that he’s fucking evil… but since the second I saw him fucking whoever’s face, anytime that he’s in the same vicinity as I am, I can’t seem to not become turned on by him.

  “Why did you do that?” I snap out, looking up at him and I think I see a slight smirk on his face. I get the feeling that he likes my fight.

  “Just need to check out the merchandise.” He says it so matter-of-fact that I start to panic.

  “The what?”

  “Yes, Little Girl, the merchandise…” His hand comes up and brushes the hair over my shoulder.

  “You’re going to sell me?” I look up at him, shocked.

  “Shh,” he mutters before he sits back down on the bed and pulls me down to sit between his legs.

  “What are you-,”

  Right into my ear, he cuts me off with a low growl, “Shh,” he grunts again. As he moves the hair off of my shoulder to expose my neck. He leans over, not letting me move. He tilts my head back, and I feel a wet cloth touching my skin right on the welts which he left a couple days ago. It causes me to shiver and I’m not sure if my nipples harden from the cool liquid on my neck or the fact that I’m sitting between his legs. “We don’t want this to get infected.” He mutters into my ear. “I didn’t intend to break the skin.”

  “Really, Because by how your jaw locked, I would say otherwise.” I act tough but I’m trying to get my mind to stop thinking about the fact that there’s probably a wet spot forming underneath me.

  “I like the chase, it causes me to do… things.” He pulls the cloth away from my neck.

  “That’s what all men say.” I roll my eyes.

  “Don’t roll your fucking eyes at me.” He grunts as he clasps onto the back of my neck and tilts it, bringing my ear back to his mouth. He lessens the grip on my neck as he starts talking again. “And I’m not talking about a mental chase, Little Girl.” I gasp as I think about what he’s meaning, thinking about when he was chasing me down the hallway and then pinned me to the floor. “Yes, I like the actual chase. Kind of get off on it, if you want to call it that.” He shrugs.

  “What do you chase women down to get your kicks off?”

  “No,” he starts, “I usually don’t let that side come out. I usually bury him deep down.” he admits to me. “I couldn’t resist the other day. But now that you know, if you ever pull that shit again I will take it as complete consent for whatever I want to do to you.” He growls once more before he nudges me up and then looks up at me. Standing in front of him, completely naked, his eyes trail up my body. I can feel each nerve ending as his eyes land on them.

  “You’re seriously just going to sell me.” I snap out to him and he pauses.

  “Yes.” He adds nothing, just continues to look at me.

  “Why?”

  “Because that’s what happens when little girls are taken from someone who is in debt to someone like me.” He says up to me before he stands. “Shame because you really are beautiful.” He whispers down to me, almost as if he’s afraid to admit it, and brushing his fingers along my jaw. Turning, he walks towards the closed door.

  “You could let me go. Just drop me off in the middle of town. I know nothing about you or even where we are.”

  Stopping, he looks at me over his shoulder before he shakes his head, “No.”

  “Okay then, I’m sure there’s something I could do around here.” I step into his body as I continue to stand naked behind him. Turning around, he looks at me, the corners of his lips slightly turned upwards.

  “There aren’t any openings.” He shrugs as he turns back towards the door.

  “Please,” I can’t help but laugh as he quickly cocks his head and looks back at me, turning completely around. Now interested in what I’m about to say. “I saw the look in your eyes the other day. When’s the last time that you’ve had a good chase?” He looks up at the ceiling for a minute as if he’s contemplating my suggestion. Then he looks back at me, stepping in to me, pinning me against the wall.

  Lowering his head so that his mouth is right next to my ear, his voice comes out low and gravely. “You want to be my prey, Little Girl?”

  Slowly, I nod my head. “If that means I’m not sold into sex trafficking.”

  A slight smirk comes on his face. “You might be better off being sold to someone else. I would destroy you.” He looks me right in the eyes. I’m not sure if he’s meaning sexually, emotionally, or physically…?

  “I’m stronger than I look.” I whisper back to him before I reach over and grasp ahold of his arm.

  The pain shoots through my wrist at the force that he grabs it under and yanks it off of his arm. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

  “Ow,” I whimper as he just shakes his head and then continues to walk to the door.

  As he reaches up to bring his hand up, I’m guessing to alert the guard that he’s ready to leave. I hear it coming out of my mouth, “Nyx .”

  “What?” He snaps back and turns to look at me.

  “That’s my name, Nyx… Connolly.” I press my lips into a tight line. “And I wasn’t Jack’s whore.” I tell him, not really sure what I need for him to know that I wasn’t. “Well, not entirely. He was trying, desperately, to fuck me. He knew my living situation wasn’t the best right now, so he let me stay in the house.”

  “What’s wrong with your living situation?”

  “It’s nothing serious.” I shrug as he continues to look at me, questioning. “I just needed to get out of my house.” He’s looking at me, almost as if he’s studying me before he continues.

  “He was your teacher.” Looking down at the ground before I look back up to him and nod my head.

  “Until I dropped out.”

  “Why did you drop out?”

  “Again living situation.”

  “Which are?”

  “What does
it matter?” I snap back at him and he nods his head, understanding that I don’t want to talk about it, and he sighs.

  He looks at me for a minute before he nods and then says. “I can give you a choice. You can either pay off Jack’s debt or you don’t.”

  “Fuck him.” I mutter as I look at him. “And fuck you! You could let me go, but you don’t. Because you’re a selfish fucking man and every woman should just get down on her knees and let you put your cock in their mouths.” He turns around and knocks on the door. I can’t help but to laugh out as the door opens. As he walks through the door, I’m still screaming at him as it shuts. “That’s just it, isn’t it? The only thing I would be worthy of doing is being some fucking fuck toy and I’m not up to that standards.”

  I’m alone in the room again. Slowly, I glance at the dresser when I see another button-down shirt just like I had before neatly folded on top.

  ❖

  I’m staring out the window as the sun rises when I hear the door open again. After lying awake all night, I’ve decided that the only way I’m going to get out of here without him selling me will be to convince him to trust me. Get him to grow close to me. Then when he’s least expecting it, I can make a break for it. Only I need to plan it out perfectly.

  I’ve seen how his body reacts to me. I need to use this to my advantage.

  It won’t be the first time I’ve used my body to my advantage.

  “Get up,” I recognize the voice, but I know it isn’t Blaine or My Predator.

  “Fuck you,” I snap out at him.

  “You don’t know who you’re talking to.” I can hear his footsteps, but I don’t even move. “You fucking bitch.” He snaps out again, causing my head to look at him as his closed backhand connects with my face and causes me to gasp. My hand comes up, covering the spot he just hit. Then he’s pushing me backwards, down onto the bed. “You think you can fucking talk back to me.” His hand drops as he trails them up my inner thigh. Having to fight back the sob because even though this man may rape me, I won’t let him get the fucking satisfaction of me begging him and crying. He grabs a hold of my leg as he lifts me up and I try to push against him. He fucking laughs, “That’s not how it works.” He smiles down at me. “You don’t get to decide what you do. You’re just a fucking whore who’s going to be sold off so I can do whatever I want.”