time. Doing so could result in them discovering your location and putting you and my men back in danger. Do you understand?”
Everything he was saying to me made complete sense, not that I would have a reason to call my family. They were the reason I was in this situation, why I was to be sold to the highest bidder.
“I understand.” I didn’t really feel like talking, even if it was safe to do so. I was used to being inside of my head. Talking lead to things being said that didn’t necessarily need to be said.
“Do you truthfully? Because, honestly, you’re taking this better than most would.” He scratched the back of his head in curiosity as if he were attempting to figure me out. What he didn’t realize was there was nothing to figure out.
“I had it better than most of the others. They had made a deal with my family.” That was all I wanted to say about it. They may not have tried to engage in sex with me due to being promised to another, but it didn’t mean they didn’t make me touch them, and it definitely didn’t stop them from groping me.
He nodded his head as if he understood. “All right. Well, then, you should be able to move back into this a little better than the others who were rescued. I do want you to talk to the person you’re going to be staying with. Talking helps. If you let too much of the things that happened to you stay in your mind, it will eat you alive. I know I don’t look like I would know, but truthfully, I do.”
Something in the way he said it made me want to reach out and touch his words. Dive into them and find out what his story was, but like I said, talking was pointless to me. The things I would speak of would just bring misery and pain. I didn’t need any more of that in my life.
“Everyone has their own struggles. If I want to talk about my time in hell, then I will.” I built myself on being strong, on bottling up the pain. I wouldn’t be vulnerable to anyone.
“Whatever you say. I will be back in two hours to transport you to the safe house. Prepare yourself accordingly.” And just like that, he was dismissing me to walk away. I was grateful in so many ways, but anxiety still found its way into the pit of my soul. Who knew the type of person I would be handed over to?
I threw myself back onto the small cot and relished in the soft material beneath my hands, the luxury of a bed—a pillow. I closed my eyes and absorbed the memories, forcing the bad to the back of my mind as I hoped for good ones to come.
Only in my dreams was I truly safe from the destruction called my life.
Chapter Four
Jared
Agent King was as good as fucking dead the next time I got my hands on him. My house had never been cleaner than it was today. Even the pantry was stocked with food, something I hadn’t done in months. There was an array of food, a wide selection of things for her to choose from.
The spare bedroom was clean and tidy. The room smelt of linen and crisp air. Gone were the old bed sheets from when Bree and Alzerro had stayed here, and in their place were new ones. I smiled to myself. It was as if I was the newest edition of Martha Stewart only with a dick.
Now I was sitting on the couch nervous as ever, my palms coated in a sheen of sweat. It had been years since I had cleaned myself as thoroughly as I had today; scrubbed my nails, feet, and my back. Usually, I just took a shower, washing my hair and body and then calling it quits. But today, I shaved, put cologne on, and combed my hair. It wasn’t that I didn’t care for myself. It was more that I didn’t give a shit what other people thought about me. With no one to impress, I had no other reason to look as I did today. According to Zerro, she deserved, at the very least, a man who looked somewhat put together. That and the fact he all but threatened me to have my shit together.
“Fuck,” I said out loud to no one but myself. Minx, my all white cat with black paws, rubbed against my leg. I had gotten