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I sigh, doing as he asks. I know the drill with him, and this isn't the first time I’ve had to expose my body so he can change the bandages. I hike the dress up underneath my armpits, and it makes me sad how desensitized I’ve become to baring myself to men.
I’m wearing a thong, but that might as well be nothing with how scrappy it is. Slowly, he unlaces the corset, and with each loop undone, I can breathe a little easier. When it falls from my torso, I suck in a deep breath, the bliss almost painful. My stomach is red and indented from how tightly Francesca laced it.
“You have to re-lace that, you know,” I tell him.
He grunts. “Then you better be nice. I can make that tighter than she did.”
A shiver rolls down my spine when his fingers brush against me, picking at the tape until he catches the edge and peels the old bandages from my skin.
"So, you're going to act like needing to change these wasn't intentional?" I prod. "You just changed them before the party." Which was only two hours ago.
"Would you like me to leave you next time?" he volleys back, his tone tight and a tad impatient.
"No," I whisper.
"Then accept it for what it is and shut the fuck up about it."
I snap my mouth closed. This time, I have no problem listening to his demands. Regardless of him wanting to admit it, he saw Xavier getting handsy, and stepped in. Something that is very unlike a human trafficker to do. I'd rather just be grateful for the intrusion than question him, and then he never does it again.
Lord fucking knows this won't be the last time a man will get too handsy. And that knowledge makes my skin crawl.
Rio is the reason I'm in this situation to begin with. Or at least one of the reasons. He played a massive role in it, and that's something I'll never forget. But I also won’t forget the little bits of kindness he showed me when he'll soon be facing the barrel of Zade's gun.
I don’t know if I can spare his life, but I'll try to make sure his death is quick.
Clearing my throat, I wet my dry lips. “Are you going to help Phoebe and Bethany, too?”
He sighs. “I can’t help them.”
I snarl. “So, that’s it? You’re going to stand by and do nothing while two innocent girls are being raped and tortured?”
He doesn’t answer immediately, and it seems I’ve managed to strike a nerve.
“That’s who I am, baby. A bad, bad man with no remorse.”
Liar. If he felt no remorse, we wouldn’t be in this bathroom right now, cleaning a wound that didn’t need it.
“Why do you do it?” I ask in a whisper, hissing when the alcohol hits a sore spot. “Is it for the money?”
He scoffs. “I don’t give a shit about money. Can’t take it with me when I’m dead, so what good is it to me?”
“Then, why?” I push. He sighs, ripping open a fresh package of gauze.
“You’re not the only one who’s enslaved to powerful people,” he clips shortly, his tone signaling the end of this conversation. But I don’t listen.
“Zade is going to kill you, and you know this. So, if you know you’re going to die anyway, then why continue?”
He slaps a strip of tape on me a bit harshly, growing frustrated with my needling.
“Puñeta. How about you use that pretty little head of yours, and figure it out,” he snaps, his accent deepening with anger. “If someone doesn’t stay for their ow
n life, what else could make them stay?”
My face drops as realization dawns. “They’re using someone against you,” I breathe. “Family?”
“My little sister,” he grumbles. “As long as I’m a good boy, she won’t be sold.”
A knot forms between my brows. “Why not just take off with her and run?”
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