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Price of Life (Ookami & Sumi)

It was well past midnight when the plump beer-bellied man struggled to life himself off the sagging couch. His dull empty eyes swirled with alcoholic intoxication as he scanned the room, finally realizing for the first time that the sun had fallen beneath the horizon a long time ago. Yawning loudly he lifted his beer stained singlet, the stench of uncleanliness wafting off him as he scratched his belly and let out a loud hideous burp. Doubling over only moments later and emptying a good splurge of vile stomach acid and cheap booze. Heaving and gagging in discomfort, he didn’t even bother to wipe off the vomit from his chin when his body finally calmed down. His plump shaky legs dragging him towards the kitchen as his thick hairy feet knocked aside the empty bottle of beer that littered the floor.

The tv buzzed angrily the whole time, the images constantly travelling upwards like a vertical slideshow of images, it was a miracle that the thing still worked, the screen was cracked and the small box-styled tv was faded and dirty. It wouldn’t even be worth the parts that made it up anymore, but it was perhaps the most impressive furniture the one bedroom apartment had. The oven in the kitchen had been smashed up a long time ago and there only piece of kitchenware was a cracked ceramic bowl that had either been forgotten or discarded by the previous tenant who’d apparently mysteriously gone missing one night, never to be seen again.

That wasn’t surprising considering the neighborhood the man lived in though. As if to confirm the thought, the sound of shattering glass echoed outside, followed by the sound of angry shouting and a woman screaming for mercy. The horrific sounds continued for a good five minutes before the sounds stopped abruptly, replaced by the sound of some dog barking madly in the distance. The man didn’t bother to call the cops, they seldom came down to this part of town anyway, not unless there was a murder in which case they’d take a quick look around before shrugging their shoulders and moving along as if nothing had happened. They had bigger fish to catch, and no one really cared if the people in the area. Most were criminals themselves or illegal immigrants anyway.

Hobbling over and pulling out a carton of unlabeled beer, the man popped the lid before shoving the contents down his throat, replenishing the moisture of his throat with the same stuff that had caused it to go dry in the first place. The warm fluid sloshed down his throat and dribbled down his chin, further staining the filthy brown singlet. Believe it or not, it used to white, and at one stage had even been worn under a business suit that was worth as much as the monthly rent for the filthy apartment.

The man hadn’t always lived a miserable life. He’d graduated college at some stage and happily married a beautiful woman with long dark hair. Her beauty the cause of envy from many of his colleagues at work. And before long a beautiful girl was born into the family. A cheerful little angel cherished and pampered with the love and affection a child deserved. Everything was going well…. Right up until the man discovered gambling. The gnarly claws of addiction latching onto him and dragging him deeper into the abyssal darkness. It didn’t take long for him to lose his job, and his house, and as they downgraded their abode time and time again, his wife too passed away. Her once beautiful cheeks hollowed, and the beautiful blue eyes weary and overworked. The man had lost the love of his life, and yet he didn’t mourn the loss of his wife. He mourned the loss of the income she’d brought in. Angrily accusing her of being disloyal and worthless. Instead of trying to get his life back on track, he continued to gamble, continued to drink. And to feed that addiction he used up all the money his wife had saved up for their daughters education. And when that too ran out? He pulled the girl out of the education system and forced her to work several part time jobs. Lying about her age to her employers and threatening his own daughter with unimaginable horrors if she didn’t do as she was told.

“Fuckin bitch! Shoulda laid more kids” he shouted out suddenly shaking his fist at the grey ceiling. Not caring that his daughter was probably sleeping after a long tedious day in the room right next door. Chloe had been given the one and only bedroom in the house. The door lockable only from the outside, it was closer to being a prison than a bedroom, and was furnished accordingly. The only reason the man had given her the bedroom was so that he himself could live in the living and monitor if his daughter was doing as she was told.

Slouching over the kitchen counter he was about to take another swig of his bottle when a sudden bang erupted from the door a few feet away. The sound of someone slamming their fist on the door caused him to shudder in fear, his bloated body slowly crouching down and trying to hide behind the kitchen counter, hoping that whoever it was would simply go away.
 
The sound of someone beating their fist continued for nearly an entire minute, though for the two occupants hiding behind the door, it probably felt much longer. Each second being stretched to the limit before finally ticking over to repeat the procedure endlessly. The shouting stopped as suddenly as it’d started, silence returning to the night for a few sparse moments before something heavy and hard slammed against the door, the force behind the sudden bang strong enough to make it seem as if the walls themselves were quaking in fear. The sound was followed by the sound of a man, his voice heavily accented and gruff. Chloe wouldn’t be able to work out what those words were exactly, but it was clear that whoever the voice belonged to, the owner was furious.

“F’n opn da dor’” the man shouted angrily, obviously having no plans to leave the pair alone. Another loud bang, but this time the apartment was filled by with the sound of shrieking wood. The front door already bent out of shape and splintered across the middle, a child could probably kick the door open with little difficulty, but the men went quiet once more, letting the fear settle in before they slammed something up against the door once more, this time the door completely broke off its hinges, the wood slab flying a few feet into the room as five men walked in, the man that walked in first was smartly dressed, for some reason he wore sunglasses… which should have blinded him completely in the darkness of the room, but he strode confidently in, followed by a short stubby man with a stupid toothy grin, and an ape like man that was probably twice or three times even Chloe’s father’s weight.

“Oh, I do hope I didn’t wake you” the suited man smiled, walking over towards the couch, looking at the filth before shaking his head, turning around and heading for the buzzing tv. Knocking it off the bench with his foot before placing his rear comfortably on the creaky wood. Ironically it was probably the cleanest place to sit in the entire living area.
“Now now, I know you can hear me… if you don’t want to show yourself, we can have a quick game of ‘hide and beat’ he chuckled. The two remaining men outside stepping in. The remaining two thugs looking dumber and more brutish than the first two. One of them was twirling a simple lead pipe, while the other dangerously licked a sharp glint of silver. The moonlight shining in through the open space where the front door had once stood.

With no other choice, Chloe’s father slowly crept out from behind the counter, his hands raised and his pants already soiled. He was completely drunk, but he’d experienced similar circumstances over the past few years to know how to react. Offering a humble compliment before pleading with the suited man, handing over all the cash his daughter had earned without hesitation. It was nowhere near enough to cover the debt, so he’d then start pleading with the man, begging and crying pathetically. Seeing a fully grown man acting so pathetically usually resulted in the hurling of insults, and barbaric jeering, but tonight was different.

The business like man flipped through the wad of cash, counting it swiftly before tossing the envelope on the ground. Lifting his hand and signaling something to his men. Silent affirmation filling the room, Chloe’s father didn’t even know what hit him, or maybe he did since the fist of the ape like man landed right between his eyes, causing the beer bellied father to let out a high pitched squealing sound before flying across the room, his head smacking against the far wall with a sickening thud. It should have been enough to kill the man, but Chloe’s father was nothing if not shameless, he began wailing something incomprehensible.

“Your kidney? Forget it pig man, your organs aren’t worth extracting from your filthy body. We’ve left you alone for long enough, it’s time for you to work that flab away in one of our factories.”

Chloe’s father shook his head furiously at the mention of a factory, his eyes filling with complete and utter fear. It was then that he glanced over and noticed Chloe’s door cracked open, the eyes brightening, flickering his eyes and begging Chloe to step out and help him.
 
As Chloe crept away, her father’s fearful eyes suddenly filled with fierce rage. A loud angry shriek erupting from his throat as his clawed together every last bit of energy he had. Trying to get to Chloe so he could beat her up and torture her for being such a disappointing child. The ungrateful little bitch wasn’t even going to help him! He’d brought her into this world, and she wasn’t even willing to sacrifice her petty life to save his. Without him she wouldn’t exist. Without him she was literally worthless.

Fortunately for Chloe the men wouldn’t let him crawl too far before a firm boot stamped down on the man’s fingers, followed by a swift kick to the stomach and head. Sweeping him back against the wall with a flick of their boot. Chloe’s father was barely conscious, he nose crushed and the skin around his eyes swollen deep red. He looked more like some hideous monster out a cheap horror movie. But even in his injured state, he managed to shriek out loud and clearly, his vengeful voice carrying clearly out across the room and straight into Chloe’s ears.

“Chloe! I have a daughter! She’s over there” he shrieked, his words hysteric and desperate. “She’s an ugly bitch but she’s still good for fucking! If that’s no good you can cut up her body and sell that, she’s healthier then I am… or… or you could send her to the factory. She loves working!” he begged, hateful rage burning in his eyes as he tried to convince the men to take his one and only daughter. The sudden silence that came from the men could be interpreted several ways, but none of them boded well for the girl hiding in her room.
“She’s a little slut! Loves cock, she’ll suck yours right here if you want, or take her pussy, she’s nice and tight, haven’t let her sleep with anyone yet.” He added hoping to appeal to the men. Noticing the glimmer of interest gradually building up in the eyes of several of the men

“Over there… sleeping… waiting… for you” he wheezed, gasping for air. Beads of sweat creeping down his swollen face, and mingling with the blood and beer staining his shirt. The room fell completely silent as the man in charge contemplated what was being offered. On one hand he was pretty sure that the man had either gone insane or was trying to buy himself some time. But figuring it couldn’t hurt to at least check, he motioned for the short stubby man to go check the room. The pitter patter of his oversized shoes seeming impossibly loud as he made his way over towards the room.

(Honestly, I think you last post size was fine…. Actually I think it was ideal. Probably easier on both of us if we don’t worry about post length. Whatever’s comfortable is fine)
 
The pitter patter of those floppy shoes drew closer and closer. Each and every second casting away the past and reaching for a future that seemed bleak and agonizing. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a short stubby bald man who looked around the room with a bored expression at first, not really expecting to find anything worth his time. That quickly changed when he noticed something cowering in the corner. His snout like nose snorting and inhaling the distinctive scent of something feminine in the room. He couldn’t see Chloe’s face, but he didn’t care about how pretty a woman was as long as they were able to service him. Licking his lips he drew closer, looming over the girl curled up before him. Grinning like a maniac when he realized that the figure really was a girl, a young one at that.

A filthy hand reached down towards Chloe and touched her head. The grimy hands feeling itchy and disgusting as they smeared her head with invisible slime. Her hair was frizzled and messy, but he didn’t mind that either. He wasn’t exactly the looker himself and couldn’t be picky.
“Would ya like to suck me of pretty?” the man hissed, his fingers crawling to the side and gritty fingers touching her exposed ears. The man himself had no intentions of using his own. He couldn’t care less what Chloe had to say… that wasn’t quite true actually. He’d love to hear her moan and beg for him, it was always fun fucking the unwilling virgins continuously until their body physically gave up on them, or they mentally succumbed to thoughtless submission.

“Well? Is there a girl there or not?” an irritated voice called out suddenly. Causing the man before Chloe to flinch. Hesitation written all over the scrawny little head as he sighed loudly and roughly grabbed Chloe by the head. His claw like hands scratching her scalp and pulling at her long dark hair as he forcefully dragged Chloe out of her room and into the living. It didn’t matter how much Chloe struggled, the man despite his height was stronger than Chloe even if she weren’t tired and half-starved. And if she caused too much trouble, there were three other men waiting to assist in dragging her over.

“Heh, well isn’t this a pleasant little surprise” the business man scoffed, genuinely surprised to find out that Chloe wasn’t a figment of the smashed up father’s imagination.
“She looks more like an overgrown street rat with long fur… but a girl is a girl I guess” the man added, clapping his hands and indicating for his men to take her away.
Someone complained under their breath, mumbling something along the lines of wanting to have a trial run with the girl to see if she really was everything her father was claiming her to be, but the smartly dressed man wouldn’t have any of it.
“We’ll take your little princess this time, but there won’t be a next time” the man threatened, walking away.

Chloe’s father smiled a toothless grin, nodding his head eagerly. Relieved to hear that the storm was finally passing. There was no remorse or guilt in his eyes as he glanced over at his daughter. On the contrary he smiled triumphantly at her. Silently telling her that she deserved what she was getting for trying to betray him. He felt as if Chloe should be grateful to him. Grateful that he’d given her worthless life some meaning. He didn’t think for a second about the ugly problem glaring at him from the following month. He’d worry about that when the time came. Noticing a bottle with beer still in it nearby, he shakily reached for it before chugging the contents down. Sighing happily to himself before passing out.
 
Not a single word was uttered as she was dragged out onto the street and shoved into a sleek black car. The softness of the cushioned seats feeling strange and alien even to the two men that got in on either side of her, forcing her to sit in the middle seat as the short man grabbed the wheel, and the suited man took the passenger seat. Trapped and given no chance to escape, it was clear that they’d be taking her where they wanted with or without her permission, but no one wanted to hear her opinion at this stage, and hopefully she was smart enough not to try and give it.

“You can sob and weep if you want, just keep it down, and don’t cause us any trouble” the businessman muttered, taking a quick glance at the rearview mirror. Trying to get a quick look at the girl before pulling out his phone and calling someone. It was impossible to decipher the first few calls they made as they were done in various language, Chinese, Russian, Italian, and then finally English. Apparently he was trying to find a place that would purchase her, but so far no one seemed to be wanting of a scraggly girl who the businessman described as dirty, underweight and a face that looked as if she were in her early 30’s.

Having no luck with the first four calls, the man sighed dejectedly. One of the men sitting beside Chloe sniggered, jabbing at her with his elbow to get her attention before whispering in her ear. “You’ve got shit luck girl, none of the whore houses are accepting… if the next one doesn’t accept you they’ll probably send you for extraction.” The man didn’t specific what exactly would be extracted from her, but it didn’t take much to figure out what he was referring to after hearing her own father offering up his organs for some cash.

“Hey” the businessman suddenly stated crisply, tapping his finger and looking up at the rear view mirror, his eyes were still hidden behind his glasses, but the sudden silence from the two men beside her indicated that the man was talking to Chloe. “How old are you? What are you good at, and have you really never taken a dick before?” he asked bluntly. His tone of voice firm and orderly, it almost sounded like she was being interviewed for a job, and in a sense she was. Just not one she’d willingly apply for had she been given the choice.
 
The businessman stared blankly at Chloe’s reflection in the mirror, listening silently as the girl began to list off the things she considered herself to be good at. The men around her murmured their disbelief when she claimed to be under eighteen years of age, but the businessman simply remained silent, at least until she mentioned how she was also good at studying. The moment those words left her lips everyone went dead quiet, the air in the car itself seemed to have frozen in place. And in an unexpected turn of events, the men didn’t even bat an eyelash at the fact they’d been interested in the most only moments prior.

A snigger from the driver was all it took, the two men suddenly letting out a burst of laughter. While the driver started sniggering openly. The only one who remained quiet was the businessman, and the way his brow furrowed was definitely not a good sign.
“Starting from this point onwards you can forget about studying” he stated coldly, clearly not amused by what he considered a poor attempt at a joke. Chloe didn’t exactly look like an academic right now, and knowing how financially handicapped her father was, it didn’t take much to figure out that the girl wasn’t exactly college material. Which naturally lead to the conclusion that she was lying about how aptitude in studying, which in turn brought into question if she really was good at cleaning and cooking.

“Full of bullshit, must run in the family” he grumbled under his breath, shaking his head and dialing another number. Turning his head slightly to address Chloe once more.
“If anyone asks what you’re good for, be honest and tell them you’re good for nothing, but eager to please. Else I’ll gut you and rip out your intestines myself.... I don't have time for defective merchandise"
 
Not a single person in the car even noticed how the businessman’s words had offended the girl. In fact the man next to her nudged her again and offered a quick joke about how there was no need to feel ashamed for trying to sell herself off for more than she was worth. It was clear that no one in the car believed her, and to add insult to injury they figured Chloe had fallen out of shame or guilt for lying. Deducing that she’d fallen quiet to prevent herself from looking any more foolish than she’d already done. The short man driving the car was still sniggering at her, glancing at the rear view mirror on occasion and rolling his eyes at her. Mouthing “Good at studying” over and over again before sniggering to himself. Acting as if it was the funniest joke he’d ever heard.

The businessman was on his phone again, the fifth call lasting longer than the others, apparently she’d passed the preliminary stages and the businessman was negotiating how much Chloe would be sold for, and explaining what little he knew about Chloe’s background.
“Yes Madame, thank you very much… yes yes… I look forward to being graced by your beauty once more” he mumbled. His words sounded humble and polite, but the scowl on his lips made it pretty obvious that he didn’t actual feel the same way.

“Butterfly Lounge” he ordered the driver, tapping his phone a few times before shoving it back into his pocket. With no one else to talk to, his attention turned to Chloe once more, a small grin replacing the scowl as he began explaining what was expected of Chloe.
“Hey ratgirl, try to make yourself a bit more presentable. The Mistress says she’ll take a look at you to see if your worth purchasing, a nice dainty whore house, you’ll be glad to know it caters to upper class, meaning you won’t have to spread your legs to you own kind, can’t promise you won’t get STD’s, but the chances are lower than your kin right?” he mocked.”Who knows, serve enough cocks and you they might even let you go” he smirked, trying to taunt a response out of the quiet reserved girl.
 
At first everyone seemed surprised by the outburst, the midget driver so startled by the sarcastic comment that the car swerved dangerously to the side, causing one of the men sitting beside Chloe to grab at her thighs in an almost threatening way. The burst of panic however disappeared as quickly as it had shown itself and the mocking businessman scowled in open disapproval of her snarky remark, actually turning his head around properly to glare at her directly, clicking his tongue before sighing unhappily with the response he’d gotten.

“If there’s anything else you want to bitch about spill it out now. I’ll say this for your own good, if the old hag decides to not employ you, you’ll be sent to a place where you’ll wish every day that you’d taken your own life when you had the chance.” The businessman stated, the mocking tone completely gone. He wasn’t making an empty threat this time, he actual meant it. And as if to prove his point he slipped off the glasses and stared right into Chloe’s eyes. The grey eyes were neither caring nor hateful. But the message they conveyed was a strong one.

It took a few more minutes before they arrived at a plain white building, the words ‘Butterfly Lounge” written in fancy italic letter over the entrance. It sort of looked like a social bar at first glance, but it was way too big to be a drinking venue. Had Chloe walked passed the building without paying much attention she probably would have assumed it to be a trendy mini hotel. But unfortunately such hopes were dashed by the sight of a scantily clad woman being pushed up against a nearby wall, moaning in sexual delight as the man ontop of her kissed and suckled on her neck frantically. It was still dark outside, and hard to see much else, but the woman’s heated cries made it hard to imagine them doing anything else.

As if on cue, a much older woman came out to greet them. The couple quickly pulling off eachother. The man hurried off into the night, while the girl gave Chloe and the other occupants a friendly smile before disappearing into the building, acting as if nothing had ever happened.
It was the businessman that got off first, bowing his head deeply and professionally kissing the wrinkled hand that was offered to him.

“It’s a delight to see you madame, looking gorgeous as always” the businessman exclaimed, his words actually sounding genuine. If Chloe didn’t know better she’d probably have thought that the man was genuinely smitten with the wrinkled grey haired spectacled woman.
“I appreciate you making the time to see us on such short notice, I’m a bit embarrassed to say that the girl we have for you tonight is… a bit rough around the edges, but I’m sure she’ll be a popular favorite under your guidance” he added, motioning to his men to push Chloe out of the car.
“Introduce yourself… GIRL” he ordered, his grey eyes looking coldly into her, demanding that she behave.
 
The businessman smiled contently upon hearing Chloe’s response, while the woman raised a curious eyebrow, looking over Chloe skeptically as if to question if she really meant what she had just said. The phrase wasn’t exactly an unusual one, and if her memory served her correctly, the last girl the businessman had introduced to her had said the exact same thing. The woman’s cold eyes looked Chloe over carefully, starting at her dirty feet and moving slowly up her body, the look in her eyes giving off the feeling that she was examining a piece of merchandise. Her lips twitched a bit when she read Chloe’s hips, shaking her head a bit in disapproval before continuing to examine the girl, sighing dejectedly when she reached the girls breasts. She wasn’t too impressed that was for sure. And the apathetic glance she shot towards the businessman showed her disinterest in the girl.

“I can’t really sell… this” the woman stated, reaching out and grabbing one of Chloe’s breasts, the cold shriveled hands squeezing her pert little mounds harshly. The gesture didn’t feel sexual of perverted at all. In fact it felt a bit similar to that feeling when a doctor would examine someone. It wasn’t lewd, it wasn’t malicious, the elderly woman was simply touching her like a literal piece of meat, and the cold look in her beady eyes confirmed that she didn’t think anything more of Chloe.
“Her face… no her entire body is too thin, and she looks ill, she’s low grade material, I can’t purchase her” the woman stated, shaking her head and folding her arms. The businessman’s expression flickered with irritation for only a moment, the stern glare insulting Chloe but silently calling her worthless. It was a look Chloe should have recognized with ease as it was the same look her father usually wore when he looked at her.

The businessman tried to negotiate, talking to the old lady and acting as if Chloe wasn’t there anymore. No matter what the man offered, the old woman just kept shaking her head, clearly not interested in purchasing Chloe. After a few minutes the conversation was interrupted by the sound of a humming car. The sleek black Lamborghini parking itself only a few feet away from where the trio stood. Before anyone even stepped out of the car a wave of girls suddenly poured of the building, beautiful women with luscious curvy hips and hourglass bodies all of which was complimented nicely by their designer brand clothes. It was hard to believe any of them were actually working prostitutes, since they looked like they’d just walked off the red carpet at some prestigious celebrity convention.

Even the old woman snapped her head up upon realizing the new arrival, clicking her tongue at the old man and rudely shoving Chloe aside as she hurried to greet the driver of the two seater sports car. Telling the crowd of girls to ‘shut their yappy mouths’ and to ‘mind their manners.’ Apparently the customer that had just arrived was a high profiled one.

The man that stepped out though wasn’t some elderly politician, or smartly dressed CEO. But a young handsome man in his mid-20’s. His golden blond hair standing out even amongst the sea of fancy hairstyles, his lips were curled into a confident cocky smirk, which when coupled with his deep blue eyes gave him a sort of arrogant yet important look. A look that simply shouted out how the man thought he was better than everyone else around him. Already the girls around the man were casting their pride away and trying to make themselves seem appealing. Showing off their bodies, and making lewd gestures to attract the man’s attention. Chloe and the business man stood off to the side, both of them out of place, and no longer worth acknowledging. If one thing could be certain at this point, it was that Chloe had failed, and would now have to face whatever horrific torture the businessman had mentioned prior to their arrival.
 
Feeling slightly irritated by the new arrival, the businessman clicked his tongue disapprovingly before turning his back and moving back towards his own car. He’d expected Chloe to obediently follow behind him. The next thing he knew Chloe was making a run for it, an angry shout filling the night as the man reached out to try and grab Chloe’s hair, missing by only a slither of a moment. He’d let his guard down, and now he’d pay for it, by having to recapture her. He wasn’t worried about her getting away, but time was money, and he didn’t have any time to wasteon a girl no one seemed to want.

No one could possibly have predicted what Chloe did next. Even the women crowded around the blonde man stepped away, afraid of the psychotic scraggly girl who was not only crazy, but also dirty. And every single one of the girls knew they’d get in trouble if they allowed a dirty street rat to ruin their clothes. The only one that didn’t step away was the blonde man himself. Noticing Chloe heading towards him in a frantic sprint. His expression tensed, and his hand shifted a bit to fend off Chloe if her intentions were hostile. But when she clung to him and begged for him to save her, he simply stood there, blinking in confusion and disbelief. Not really able to comprehend what was going on. He’d heard plenty of girls getting desperate, but the desperation in Chloe’s voice was on a much higher level.

As the panic settled, and everyone’s started to calm down. One of the nearby women shouted out angrily in protest, grabbing Chloe’s hair and yanking it violently, trying to pull Chloe away. The other women soon followed in her footsteps, tugging at Chloe’s hair, arms and clothes with jealous rage. Screeching and howling for Chloe to let go and piss off. Even the old woman’s shouts were drowned out by the high pitched wailing. While the businessman and his men just stood dumbly off to the site, not knowing what to do. They had to get Chloe back, but not even a heroic war veteran would be willing to the chaotic swarm of women.

It was only when Chloe hand was finally pried off the man that the man finally reacted, his hand darting out and grabbing Chloe’s hand. The shocking action silencing everyone with sheer disbelief. “I’m flattered” he stated simply, pulling Chloe back up against him, a firm arm wrapping around her waist and protectively holding her close to him. The man’s firm commanding voice was more than enough for everyone to take a step back.
“If you want to be mine that badly I guess I should at least see how good you are” he stated clearly, looking down at Chloe, and only Chloe, forgetting about the other more beautiful women standing around in shock.
“How long do you want me to buy you for? An hour? Two? Or do you think you can go all night?” Shayne asked curiously. He found Chloe’s words to be a bit strange, but didn’t really think that her plea for help was a literal one.
 
Shayne’s eyes flickered upon hearing her desperate request, though the pity Chloe was looking for was nowhere to be seen. In fact the only notable reaction the blonde man had given her was a slightly twitch of his lips. Surprised once more by the girl, and a bit irritated at the same time. He hadn’t expected any of this, and he really wasn’t sure if he liked the surprise or not. He couldn’t help but stare into Chloe bright blue pleading eyes though, and the more he looked into them, he felt himself wavering. Knowing that he should shove the crazy girl away, he’d come here for some quality pleasure, not to deal with some mangy girl.

“That’s enough young miss” a voice interrupted, a wrinkled hand daringly reaching out and grabbing the scruff of her shirt. Rudely trying to tug the girl away.
“I won’t put up with a scruffy girl like you ruining the Young Master’s night, if you get off now and apologize I’ll treat you to something to eat… now get off” the elderly woman demanded. Sensing how Shayne’s mood had changed for the worse. The other girls paled, but remained silent, not knowing what to do. Shayne was the highest tier of VIP at the brothel despite never paying. Sleeping with him was more a status thing, and those that had been with him once often joked how they could never be satisfied with another man ever again. True or not, he was unmistakably the most attractive customer that visited the place.

Taking a long deep breath, Shayne looked over at the old woman. His quick glare being enough to make the woman suddenly stop and back away. Murmuring something apologetic with her head lowered. Shayne’s hand moved slowly, crawling slowly up her arm and to her face, lifting her chin with the back of his fingers, so that Chloe wouldn’t be able stop looking at him.
“I’ll consider it” he finally stated, shocking everyone around him. His answer wasn’t the one everyone had expected, but the words that left him next were equally unbelieveable.
“I’ll consider it if you spread your legs for me, and let me take you right here, infront of all these other women.” He snickered, cruelly, sadistic mischief burning in his eyes. His hold on Chloe’s waist tightening to make sure she couldn’t escape.
“What’s wrong, you said you’d do anything…start stripping those rags off… don’t you want me to buy your life anymore?”
 
Scoffing at Chloe’s reaction, he let her step away. Knowing that there was simply no way such an innocent looking girl would degrade herself to such levels. Her physical appearance was far from being innocent, but the way her beautiful blue eyes had filled with fear and shame the moment he’d given her his orders was enough to make Shayne assume that the girl was inexperienced, and hopefully completely untouched. Not that it mattered to him or anything. Virgin’s were nice and tight, but the more experienced women made up for it with a higher level of skill. Furthermore Chloe didn’t seem serious enough about wanting him to buy her anyway. Why would she? The only reason she’d come to him was because he was the only one around. Had he been some fat balding man in his 50’s, Chloe probably would have done the same thing.

But once again, Shayne’s predictions had landed off it’s mark. The girl slowly beginning to unbutton her night gown, trembling with shame fear, and possibly even hatred as her fingers fumbled with her gown, hesitating, her body refusing to budge, while her mind screamed at her body to comply. When the nightgown hit the floor, the mild curiosity that had been flickering in Shayne’s eyes turned to full blown interest. His thin lips curling upwards and smirking cruelly as he took a step closer, and cupped the dark haired girl’s hip with his hand. The warm firm fingers travelling slowly upwards, slithering along her skin and making their way gradually towards her pert breasts.

“Good girl, but I didn’t tell you to stop?” he asked, taking his eyes off Chloe briefly to look at the elderly woman once more. A murmur of surprise broke out amongst the women around them, but not a single one of them complained. Standing still and watching with a mixture of all sorts of emotions. The only one that moved was the old woman. Shuffling away and disappearing from sight. Within a few seconds the sound of a car driving off into the night could be heard. The businessman and his goons satisfied with the promise of payment. Chloe’s bravery had saved her from the dreaded possibility of being cut open and sold bit by bit. But at the same she now had no choice but to do as the sadistic man before her demanded.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. These ladies have all the bits you have, and you should be perfectly okay with showing me your body if you really want me to buy you…” he mocked, sliding his hand up and down her side, gentle seductive touches tickling her ribs. “Or were you lying to me? You weren’t lying were you?” he asked softly, whispering threatening into her ear as he took another step forward, closing the gap between them and pressing himself against Chloe’s warming body. “Strip. Now” he ordered coldly, the look in his eyes so cold and harsh that a few of the women nearby subconsciously took a step back. Looking at one another nervously.
 
Knowing that Chloe had no choice but to follow his orders, the soft brushing of his fingers gradually became bolder, curling around her thin frame and squeezing a bit, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin. She wasn’t anorexic, but Shayne preferred a bit more meat on his girls. Gliding his hand down Chloe’s body, he rested his fingers on the part of her body that could use a bit more mass. Her hips weren’t exactly sexy, but they were cute, and a cute girl was a nice change of pace from the curvy busty women he usually indulged in.

Holding on to Chloe tightly, he looked over at the old woman again and gave another demand; this time verbally. “Burn those rags, she won’t be needing them where she’s going” he smirked, purposely saying it out aloud so that he could strike more fear into the trembling girls heart. Lewd fingers creeping further down her body, groping her cute little bottom with perverted curiosity. Only to notice Chloe shuffling a bit closer to him. Once again he was surprised, having expected Chloe to shift away from him in discomfort and disgust, seeing her do the exact opposite not only surprised Shayne, but a few of the women. One of them clicking their tongue jealously and turning her head away. Clearly unhappy that a girl like Chloe had been chosen over her or any of her peers.

“How cute, you women could learn a thing or two from this girl, I was starting to get bored of you stupid sluts begging and scream for cock anyway, a bit of modesty goes a long way” he snickered, brushing Chloe’s dark hair with his hands lightly before burying his face into her hair. Inhaling before snickering at Chloe, “And you could probably learn a thing or two about cleanliness from the women who part their legs and offer up their pussies for a living” he mocked. It didn’t matter if Chloe did anything or not. He’d still find a way to insult and emotionally torture her.

It was really late, and thankfully there didn’t seem to be anyone else in the area. But that could change at any moment, a lucky driver passing by or a customer walking towards the brothel would easily spot the crowd of people standing on the footpath. The only thing shielding Chloe from any other prying eyes was ironically the body of the man who had forced her to strip away last garment she’d been wearing. And now that the old woman had confiscated her nightgown and panties, she had nothing to call her own. Unless she somehow found a way to return home to her father, she literally owned nothing more than the things she was born with…. Actually that wasn’t quite true since not even her own body belonged to her anymore. She’d offered the man her life in exchange for the torturous plans the businessman had, but judging from what the man was making her do right now, it was questionable whether selling herself to him really had been the right choice.
 
Despite his mocking insult, Shayne showed no signs of pulling away, infact his lips remained buried in her hair. His warm breath trickling down the side of her face and flowing down her neck. It wasn’t exactly freezing outside, but the warmth of another body was a welcome one even for the blond man who was still fully clothed. Shayne was a contradiction of representations, on one hand he was uncaring and cruel making her lose her virginity in such a humiliating way, but on the other hand he’d saved her from at least one terror, and the way he nuzzled into her felt strangely affectionate.

“You don’t have a home anymore” Shayne answered sternly, flinching a bit when Chloe mentioned her previous life. If the girl had sold him her life she’d need to forget everything about her previous life, both the good and the bad since Shayne simply wasn’t in the mood to listen to his property lamenting or bragging about a life which Shayne wasn’t a part of.
“As for where I’m taking you, that depends completely on how well you perform for me tonight. If you’re good I’ll let you work here with these fine ladies, but if you bore me…. Well, that’s a surprise that you probably don’t want to experience” he smirked, intentionally not revealing the alternative so that fear of the unknown could continue to plague Chloe’s mind. It was hard to say if he’d be as barbaric as the businessman, but if Shayne said it’d be something she wouldn’t like, she most probably wouldn’t like it.

“So, will you be entertaining me… or will I have to find a way to entertain myself using your body?” Shayne asked softly, his question sounding casual and almost friendly. The scary part about his words though was that it’d didn’t actually feel like she had a choice in the matter. Maybe it was his expectant eyes, or the perverted hands caressing her body, but as Shayne slowly relaxed his hold on her, it was clear Chloe would have to do something or risk facing some sort of consequence.
 
Shayne wasn’t the least bit surprised when Chloe shyly admitted to her experience as it only confirmed what Shayne had already assumed. It was the only reason he’d deviated from his usual tactic and giving Chloe the leading hand. Wanting to see her flush and squirm in horrified embarrassment at the thought of being the one to initiate such an intimate and sexual act. He didn’t know what sort of expression Chloe expected him to be wearing, but the one he ended up showing was an amused smirk. Planning to let her suffer a bit from her confession for a bit longer, He didn’t really expect Chloe to have the courage to do what she did next. His eyes widening in absolute shock as he felt something soft and warm press clumsily against his lips. Time itself freezing around them. Everything had gone dead silent, the shuffling and murmurs of contempt from the girls, the humming of cars heading home off in the distant night, along with every other sound.

The first person to break the silence was none other than the elderly woman, a shrill high pitched shriek of outrage filling the silent night. It was almost like a signal for time to resume itself, a wrinkled hand grabbing Chloe’s hair before forcing her to turn around. The woman seemed complete and utterly pissed, her shriveled eyes conveying nothing but rage and personal hatred. If her look didn’t sting enough, her hand certainly did. Swinging through the air and colliding with Chloe’s cheek, knocking her to the ground. Several other women quickly joined in scratching her arms and pulling her hair, someone was even kicking her shoulder.

Only a handful of women rushed to Shayne’s side, squealing and fussing over what had just happened, offering Shayne a handkerchief, while one of them hurried off to get a glass of water for him to rinse his mouth. Shayne himself hadn’t moved much at all. Covering his lips with one hand and looking away, refusing to look at anyone or say anything. His eyes briefly met with Chloe’s, and for a moment, just a fraction of a moment it almost looked as if his cheeks had reddened a bit before he turned his face away. Doing nothing to stop the other women from assaulting Chloe, he just remained silent. The look in his eyes were neither caring nor upset., startled was probably the best way to explain his expression. Though considering how violent and painful the assault on Chloe’s body was getting, she probably had other things to worry about.
 
The one sided bashing quickly escalated into a brawl as Chloe began to retaliate, the women kicking and screaming even louder as they tried to escape Chloe’s attacks while causing her as much pain as humanly possible. Two of them were already on the floor clambering over Chloe’s body and trying to restrain her so that the others could get a few good hits in. Everyone around her seemed impossibly angered by her actions, all she’d done was give her supposed buyer a peck on the lips. And yet that had been exactly what had caused the situation to turn from a humiliating display to an aggressive fight. One of the ladies were crying, while another was repeatedly shouting that she’d kill Chloe. It all seemed way too extreme an action to be simple jealousy, but Chloe didn’t seem to be able to analyze the situation with a calm collected mind. Not many people would.

Hearing Chloe yell at him, a bit of recognition returned to the man’s eyes. The confusion still present, but slightly abated, he didn’t respond or even acknowledge Chloe’s insult, but instead moved over and pulled aside the elderly woman, speaking to her calmly, while the scratching and grabbing became more and more heated. There was no way for Chloe to hear what the two were talking about over the constant screaming and shrieking, but the elderly woman still looked completely pissed, even snapping at Shayne angrily when she was told to do something she didn’t agree with. All it took was a single threat to remedy that problem. The blood draining from the old woman’s face as she quickly nodded her head, her face pale and frightened after hearing what Chloe couldn’t.

Sighing loudly, the blond stepped over towards Chloe. The women somehow managing to retain enough sense to move aside for him as he approached, by the time Shayne had reached her side the girl beneath him was a complete mess, bruised and battered and bleeding in places. The women around her finally stopped the abusive assault, but remained hostile, glaring at her angrily as they took long heavy breaths. They’d pounce on her and quite possibly kill her at any moment if given the chance. But thankfully Shayne wouldn’t let them. Grabbing Chloe by the arm and dragging her towards his car. Not caring if Chloe struggled or resisted. There wasn’t a shred of kindness on his face, on the contrary he looked rather annoyed and unhappy with what he was doing, acting as if he had no other choice. Shoving Chloe into the passenger seat, He didn’t utter a single word, nor respond to any taunts. Walking around the front and to the driver side door before getting in and slamming the door. Turning the ignition quickly and driving off quickly, the sound of shrieking women could be heard from behind them. Some wailing and crying while others continued to cuss and slander Chloe with every word imaginable.
 
The silence that settled inside the car after turning a few corners was deafening, the steady hum the engine nowhere near enough to break the tension in the air. The silence was enough to tell that Shayne wasn’t in a good mood, and Chloe seemed to have at least noticed his distress, but that wasn’t enough to stop her from asking him what would happen to her next. An unsurprising question, quite possibly the first predictable thing she’d done since seeing Shayne pull up infront of the brothel less than half an hour ago.

“I haven’t decided yet” he stated bluntly, his tone of voice curt and dripping with so much irritation that it basically shouted at Chloe to shut up and sit still. The silence had only just began to settle in again when Shayne sighed, lifting his hand over his forehead and pushing his hair back scratching it a bit before, returning his eyes to the empty road ahead. He’d been tired and irritated from an earlier incident that day, and had gone to Butterfly Lounge to relax, to pamper himself a bit with some professional service to work out the stress he’d accumulated during the day. Instead he’d driven off with even more stress, and a battered girl in the passenger seat. Hardly an ideal experience. To add to the unpleasantness…..

Shaking his head a bit to clear his mind, his hand rose to his own face, scrubbing his mouth with the back of his hand as if to wipe off the clumsy kiss that Chloe had given him. Scowling unhappily as if he could still taste something foul. He clearly wasn’t happy about being kissed, and the women definitely weren’t happy with it.
“I should really just kill you” he stated grumpily, speaking more to himself than to Chloe,
“It’d be so much easier for both of us if I’d just let you die back there” he continued, blurting out whatever thought came to mind, not really caring if he caused Chloe any discomfort this time. He wasn’t smiling like before this time, indicating just how serious he was.
“If you want me to kill you, I can give you a quick painless death…. But if you want to live…. You’ll offer me everything you have, your body, your mind, and even your heart.”
Seeming more agitated with each word that he spoke, he glanced at Chloe out of the corner of his eye. “Choose wisely, if you lie to me I’ll make sure you die in the slowest, most agonizing way possible.”
 
Every question that Chloe threw at him was initially met with a silence so long that it seemed as if he were ignoring her. But just when she’d persist or change the topic he hesitantly answered her question, not liking the fact that he was the one doing the answering instead of the questioning, but figuring that the conversation wouldn’t go anywhere if he didn’t enlighten the girl a bit.
“I only bought your body, before the kiss you had the right to think whatever you wanted, as long as you behaved I couldn’t care less if you secretly wanted me dead…. But I expect complete and utter submission from you if you want to live.” Pausing he let his words sink in, not knowing how Chloe would interpret his words, on one hand he was sure everything would be much easier if he just killed Chloe, it wouldn’t be the first time he killed someone, but killing a civilian girl with no way of defending herself was unethical.

“I’ll rephrase… should I kill you or not?” he asked simplifying his question to the bare bones. He was giving the girl way too many choices, and he couldn’t be bothered walking her through everything. It was much easier to do things his way. Which was giving her one simple question, and making her suffer the consequence of whatever answer she chose. “If you let me kill you, I’ll give you a quick dignified death, a proper burial in place of your choice.” He added, trying to make the former option seem more appealing. He didn’t know why, but something was preventing him from sentencing her to death. So hopefully having her ask for it would ease the situation and let him do what he wanted to do without any hassle.

“If you don’t to die, you become a mindless fucktoy for my pleasure. If I tell you to bite your own finger off and swallow it, you’ll do it without questioning me, and you’ll do it gladly. If you can’t do that, then you’re better off dead.
 
Again he fell silent, feeling a mixture of irritation and relief upon hearing her answer. He’d known deep down that Chloe wouldn’t choose death. She’d been given a similar option by her captors, and she’d come and offered herself to him; a complete stranger. So the chances of her forfeiting her life after going through all the trouble to be with him, petty threats weren’t likely to work…. He knew that. But he had to at least try and persuade her to not go with that option. Taking a deep breath, he turned the wheel slightly, lifting his foot off the accelerator and parking himself on the side of the road. Closing his eyes and thinking things over before suddenly turning to face her. Grabbing ahold of her chin, and roughly forcing her to face him, not caring if he caused her any pain. His firm hands were the least of her worries as he deep blue eyes suddenly slid closer to her, staring in her own bright blue eyes briefly before tilting his head and pressing something warm and firm up against Chloe’s lips. A damp heated breath brushing against her chin as Shayne started to suckle on her lower lip, nibbling it with his own lips quickly before slipping his tongue out and sliding it past Chloe’s defenses.

The kiss was over just as suddenly as it had started, the painful hand holding Chloe being the only indication that anything had happened. The look in Shayne’s eyes were dead serious. No longer mocking, playful or even irritated. “You’re officially mine now” he stated sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument or questioning. “One thing you should know about me is that I only kiss girls I intimately have feelings for. And to give you an example I’ve fucked every single one of those women back there, but haven’t ever kissed a single one of them. You’re special to me now, so you better not let me down…. I don’t respond well to be letting down” he threatened, his words seeming to carry more weight than anything else he’d said up until this point. Quite frankly his words were filled with so much meaning and emotion that it made marriage proposals seem faded and meaningless in comparison.
 
He didn’t love Chloe. Despite admitting that Chloe was special to him, he really didn’t know enough about the girl to consider her anything more than a nuisance. She’d ruined his night and caused a rift between him and the girls at his favorite brothel, but he assured himself that he’d force Chloe to make up for that. He wasn’t going to love and pamper her like a significant other. Even if she was important to him she was still just a slave to him and she’d be treated accordingly. He had to admit that she was different though. No one had managed to surprise him so constantly before, and while she Shayne never would have thought Chloe to be his type, he did feel a slight attraction to her cute somewhat childish features. Childish compared to the curvy busty women he’d been with at least anyway.

Sensing Chloe’s disappointment, he hesitated a bit before explaining himself a bit further, not really knowing why he felt obligated to tell her so much. The only thing she really needed to know was that she belonged to him, and would do as she was told. But helping her understand why she’d been put into such a predicament couldn’t hurt could it?
“By tradition, a kiss is something intimate that should only be shared between two lovers. It’s a stupid rule my great grandfather started in the family, and it means a lot of things… but if I oversimplify it so even you can understand, you’re engaged to me now….” he grumbled, not seeming to happy about admitting it. “Don’t freak out, I’ve got no plans on marrying a scrawny little thing like you. You’re not really even my type, but until I engage myself to someone else, or until you die, you’re my fiancée.” He explained grudgingly, wondering if the shocking revelation was enough to scare Chloe into changing her mind. Shayne had never really thought much about the family tradition dictated by his great grandfather since he was confident that he’d never kiss anyone other than the woman he truly loved. The world was something that moved according to how he wanted it to, and the possibility that he’d be kissed by someone without his consent was one he’d never even bothered to consider. Though now that it’d happened, he was faced with a dilemma he couldn’t work his way out of.

“Sex is different, it’s a way to vent frustration and a form of entertainment, I know that sounds stupid but if you’ve got any complaints give them to the idiot who put these rules in place. Up until now I’ve been getting that from various women…. But now that your my fiancée, I’m not allowed to sleep with anyone but you… feel privileged yet?” Shayne asked smirking, leaning in a bit closer again and brushing his lips playfully on Chloe’s lips. His other hand falling on Chloe’s bare thigh, mere inches from her exposed sex.
 
Chloe really should have expected this sort of outcome when she’d begged him to save her from the businessman and his henchmen. Shayne was essentially saving Chloe’s life, so the cost of such a selfless action was bound to be pricey, especially since there hadn’t been a shred of pity or sympathy for her when she’d explained her predicament. Chloe herself should have known that she was selling herself to one evil to get away from a greater one. Though whether she still felt she’d made the right choice or not was completely up to her to decide.

Flinching a bit when Chloe snapped back at him, his deep blue eyes stared deeply into hers for a good few seconds, his expression unreadable, though it was only natural to think that he’d get annoyed or upset with her disobedience so soon. He gave her a few more seconds to retract her comment, but when Chloe stood by her own words the corner of his lips curled up just a bit, a faint, barely noticeable smirk.
Without any further warning he leaned into her, pressing his warm lips against her and tasting her once more. Dipping himself in for a much longer this time, his hand leaving Chloe’s chin and travelling to her shoulder so that he could prevent her from shrinking back into the door.
“Not a bad start, I would have preffered your body or heart first, but I appreciate hearing an honest opinion for a change” he smirked, withdrawing his offending hand from Chloe’s thigh before slowly pulling away back into his own seat. “If you told me you felt privileged I was going to drive back and force you to live with the shrieking banshee’s back there’ he snickered, placing his foot on the accelerator and driving back on to the road.

“You’re right, I’ll probably torture you constantly, and I could get bored and kill you any second now. That’s why it’s your job to learn to enjoy the torture, and to make sure I never get bored of you” another signature smirk, though this time he turned his head slightly giving her a devilishly handsome wink. That seemed strangely playful, thought that shouldn’t have been all that surprising considering how Chloe’s life was essentially a game to him. A game he planned to thoroughly enjoy before replacing.
 
He wasn’t going out of his way to annoy Chloe, but he knew that a lot of the things he did would result in her getting either uncomfortable or upset. Shayne had noticed the warmth of her cheeks, and flush on her face when he’d been kissing her, but looking over now, it was sort of cute to see her covering her lips. He guessed she was doing what he’d done earlier and was trying to rub away the kiss and pretend like it’d never happened, but the lack of movement in her hand made it look quite the opposite, a bit like she was trying to hold in something important, or keep her lips pressed against something to remind her the warmth of another person’s lips on her own.

Shayne could certainly still feel the warmth, smiling cockily as he traced his thumb over his lips savoring the taste he’d been so eager to try. He’d always been curious about how a kiss would feel and taste. The girls he’d been with had constantly told him that it was nowhere as special as sex, but deep down he’d always felt intrigued by the one thing he wasn’t allowed. He’d been saving himself, just as he’d been told to for so many years, and Chloe had ruined it all in a moment’s notice.

“Go ahead, though if that’s the only thing you’re good for, I’ll be getting bored of you quite quickly” he retorted, shaping his hand in the form of a gun before gesturing a gunshot to Chloe’s head.
“I’m not exactly known for my patience, so you might want to hurry up and choose what you’ll give me next, your heart or your body” he snickered, looking down Chloe’s body with predatory interest. There was something sadistically satisfying about seeing a woman so vulnerable and damaged beside him. The satisfaction would have been much stronger if those burises and scratches had been caused by him directly, and in a much different context.

“If you think your cute looks will keep me interested in you forever you’re sorely mistaken"
 
“Hmm?” Shayne responded half-heartedly, not really surprised or entertained by her latest question. His own brow creasing a bit as he glanced over with his blue eyes, looking into Chloe’s and silently asking her if she really expected him to respond to that. Shayne knew he hadn’t been a gentleman to her, in fact he’d probably gone out of his way to torture her a fair bit, but Chloe honestly wasn’t much better in how she treated him. Considering how this was the same girl that had clutched onto him not too long ago and begged for him to purchase her on the condition that she’d do anything for him. She wasn’t really living up to her side of the deal. Though he supposed they hadn’t spent much time together, and that she was still upset over the whole getting beaten up thing. But even then, it wasn’t like Shayne had asked any of the women to lash out at Chloe. Sure, Shayne hadn’t made any initial steps to prevent them, but her beating was the result of her own foolishness. Even prostitutes knew that kissing was off limits between a client and host because it was too personal, but Chloe didn’t exactly strike him as the socially wise type.

When he heard Chloe point out his comment about her being cute, he couldn’t help himself. Muffling a laugh, and trying to maintain a straight face. Fortunately they’d nearly reached their destination, so he drove on for a bit longer before parking infront of a lavish apartment building, the lights illuminating the front entrance which was securely fitted with bullet proof automatic sliding doors and hidden surveillance cameras. Waiting for them to enter. It wasn’t part of the apartment’s service but a man quickly walked over to them, bowing his head down low and hold his hand out silently for the carkeys. Shayne obviously knew the man since he handed over the keys casually before getting out and walking around to Chloe’s side, shrugging off the black jacket and casually covering Chloe’s front before lifting her up into his arms bridal style.
“I find your scrawniness cute I guess” he mocked, smirking confidently knowing that he had regained the upper hand. “If that’s your way of finding out what I like about you, that cute too” he stated, holding onto her firmly to make sure she wouldn’t even try to flail around. If she did the jacket would probably fall off her, and even if she did manage to get on her own feet, she’d be exposed to at least one other man who was eyeing them curiously.

“You’ve been talking about me during that whole ride, and for a slave that just sold herself willingly, you’re rather frank and upfront. Instead of running off into the night you came to me when you had the chance to escape… and most importantly….” He trailed off, brushing his lips against her cheek affectionately, if Chloe had known nothing about him, it would have been enough to convince her that he genuinely had feelings for her. “You don’t resist me when I do things like this” he whispered, whispering the words in her ear playfully.
 
Shayne’s steps were confident as he walked towards the brightened entrance, tugging a bit to adjust the jacket so that it’d cover her up a bit better. The difference between now and before was the kiss. He couldn’t care at all if some silly whore on the streets exposed herself and was ruthlessly violated and shamed. But regardless of the circumstances, Chloe was his property right now, and he wasn’t willing to share her naked body with anyone… at least not until he’d explored and claimed it thoroughly himself first. And considering where he was taking her, the likelihood of that happening in the near future was more likely to happen soon.

Seeing the surprise in Chloe’s eyes though, he seriously began to question just how intelligent this girl was. She was quick and witty when she snapping back at him, but when the matter concerned herself she seemed to be completely useless. Obviously Shayne didn’t really know if she could have escaped from the men or not, but it was probably worth a try right?
“Nowhere to return to huh, I appreciate the info” he smirked, a bit surprised when he realized how relieved he was to hear that Chloe was all alone in the world. “No family, friends, or even acquaintances you can rely on huh, poor girl” he snickered, clearly making fun of her. He carefully took a mental note of her other reasons, using it as reference so that Chloe wouldn’t ever be able to run away from him. He didn’t know what the men had in plan for Chloe, but he was certain he could threaten her with a much scarier punishment.

Walking into the building and punching in a few numbers to open the second door, stepping inside to reveal an almost blindingly white room. The freshly polished tiles beneath Shayne’s feet glistened with vigor, and a fresh floral scent wafted through the air. One side of the room was decorated with expensive looking couches, while the other led to a stairway leading up. Infront of them though of course were two elevators, both of them resting comfortably on the ground floor, waiting to be used by the pair. It was a good indicator that the other occupants inside the apartment complex were all fast asleep. Decreasing the likelihood that they’d be seen by any unwanted eyes. Shayne wasn’t all that keen about anyone finding out about Chloe, so it worked in his favor too.

“Are you satisfied with your own excuse yet?” Shayne asked as he stepped into the elevator, hitting the top-most floor and swiping his hand over the censor before the elevator started to move. He didn’t explain his question immediately, letting her ponder the meaning a bit before asking her a question that would probably shatter whatever cheap excuse she’d come up with to explain her actions. “I can understand you wanting help, and I can understand you being indebted to me… but if you just wanted to be saved was it really necessary to beg me to make you my servant?” he asked confidently, the image of Chloe clinging to his chest and begging him desperately still burnt fresh into his mind.
“Was it really necessary to ask me to buy your life? Face it, whether you did it consciously or not, you came to me because you wanted to be mine.” The arrogance and confidence was so astonishing it was like he was stating a fact that he completely and unquestionably believed.
 
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