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too.
    But it never would be. I didn’t
know the man at all… not even his name… but I could
tell he didn’t have the money to be a real patron at The Silo.
His jeans were always worn and some of his shirts a little frayed. I
heard Magnus talking with the owner, Bridger, one night, and he said
that some of the men and women in The Silo are Fantasy Makers. Extra
people who are on hand to add to the numbers of people wanting to
fuck and be fucked. They are paid employees, I guess, which probably
made the beautiful, sad man as much a prostitute as I am.
    That is something we have in
common.
    Perhaps why we understand each
other with just the merest of glances.
    A knock on my bedroom door
startles me out of my thoughts, and I look down to see if my nipples
are poking out against my robe. They are…
straight out and completely reflective of my wayward thoughts toward
a man I’ll never be able to touch.
    I open the door just a crack and
peer outside, keeping my traitorous body from his view.
    Not that he’d
look.
    I don’t
think Magnus is into women.
    Or men for that matter.
    I think he’s
just into money.
    “Yes?” I ask crisply
as I open the door. He knows I don’t like being around him when
it’s not needed.
    “We’re going to leave
a little early tonight for The Silo,” he says coolly. “I
want you to wear that pink dress tonight.”
    I grit my teeth and nod, thankful
on one hand I’ll be
clothed since he’s choosing my wardrobe, but also on edge,
because I know he has something different planned for tonight.
    The dress is pretty and demure
with a flowing skirt that comes to just above my ankles. He had
bought a pair of pale, pink ballet flats to go with it.
    It is demure and virginal, and he
wants to remind everyone at The Silo that he’s
got a product to sell.
    Fresh, tight pussy.
    “And leave your hair long,”
Magnus adds on.
    I nod again and stare at him with
hard eyes.
    “We’re upping the
“wow” factor tonight,” he says thoughtfully, almost
as if he’s trying to get a rise out of me. Which is ludicrous.
Magnus does not like to fight and does not like confrontation. He
merely expects obedience. “I want you to really put on a show
for the crowd.”
    “Understood,” I grit
out, and then I shut the door in his slimy face.
    Oh, I’ll
give a show all right if that’s what he wants. If I can do
anything to facilitate this matter so we can just get it over and
done with, I’m all for that.
    I’m
going to see this through to the end, because I have no choice in the
matter.
    And when I’m
done, I’m done.
    Finished.
    Never coming back to this life
again.
    And in my new life, I’m
going to make it my mission to find a way to make Magnus suffer for
what he’s doing to my family and me.

 

Chapter 3
     
    Logan
     
    I walk into The Silo tonight
tense and on edge. I spent
all day out on the Snake River with a father and son visiting from
Maryland. The boy was eleven years old and the first cutthroat trout
he pulled out of the water had him screaming with excitement. I
maintained a lucid smile on my face while I removed the hook from the
corner of the fish’s mouth, trying not to show how much it hurt
when the father reached an affectionate hand out and ruffled his
kid’s hair with pride.
    Those twinges of pain are to be
expected, but are usually alleviated by the mere fact that my job
during the summer and fall months consists of taking tourists out on
float trips down the Snake River for a taste of some Wyoming fly
fishing. While I certainly can’t
speak for all careers and professions out there, I can say, without a
doubt, this is probably the best job I’ve ever had. Even more
so than fucking myself into a stupor at The Silo.
    There is nothing more peaceful or
restorative to my soul than three or four hours spent floating lazily
down a meandering river with blue sky and gentle breezes washing your
worries away. Now granted…
that restorative fix is usually destroyed by my nightmares,