I look around the room,waiting for the men with me to leave. I should be able to slip out of here and make it to the people waiting for me.
Except the men don't leave.
Not as they push me into the little room, stepping inside with me and shutting the door behind us.
One takes a seat on the black leather couch, rolling up his sleeves and reclining with his feet on the mirrored coffee table like we're going to be here a while.
Fuck. How am I going to get out of here if they're both with me?
I let out a shaky breath, still keeping up the act of a terrified girl who's been sheltered her entire life. It's not entirely fake either. I don't know what's going to happen, and I couldn't see the man who bought me from the stage.
The red lights had been shining on me, blinding me, leaving the disgusting shitheads who buy women hidden from sight.
I swallow hard and look over my shoulder at the man behind me. "Don't you have something else you should be dealing with right now?"
He smirks and leans against the door, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "You'd think you'd watch your mouth, given the situation you're in."
I shrink back, knowing what is expected of me. "I'm sorry; I just can't imagine that watching me is that important."
The man leans forward to grab a magazine. "The dead bodies outside say otherwise. Pretty pathetic escape attempt, if you ask me. Think they would've been more organized if they were really going to get you out of here."
My heart drops to my feet, and my knees go weak.
Those people died trying to help me.
At least I know it wasn't any of my siblings. They wouldn't have been killed without it being broadcast to everybody.
Noah would've made sure to make it as humiliating as possible.
But that doesn't mean they didn't suffer. It doesn't mean I didn't know who died. Their blood is on my hands even if I'm not the one who pulled the knife across their throats.
The man by the door checks his phone. "Boss wants her restrained. He's going to be here soon. Just finished paying."
The man on the couch sighs and gets up. "Don't we see why we have to do this? Not like she's going to go anywhere or do anything. Look at her. She's shaking just standing here."
On purpose, fuckwit.
If I'm not going to be able to escape, then I'm going to have to play the game. Hope that the monster who bought me isn't going to be the worst man to walk under the sun, even though I know men like my brothers are rare. Especially with the life we live.
I don't fight the men as they wrench my arms behind my back and handcuff them together. I don't say a word as they shove me into a chair in the corner of the room, both of them standing in front of me and blocking my line of sight to the door.
I might not know how I'm going to get out of this, but I will.
It just might take a little longer than expected.
The door to the room opens. The men shift to the side.
Standing there is the man I danced with at the beach.
He looks vaguely familiar beyond that—something about the shape of his eyes or maybe the curve of his smile.
"You." I tip my head to the side slightly, letting my gaze wander over him. "I didn't think I would see you again."
He stands there with his hands tucked deep in his pockets. "Happy?"
"Pleasantly surprised," I purr, crossing one leg over the other, letting my dress ride up higher on my thigh—not that it was covering much to begin with.
"Good." He hauls over the coffee table, sitting on the edge of it in front of me, his knees brushing against mine. "Just you wait until we get to my house. The things I'm going to do to you will have you begging for mercy."