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The door opened again. A familiar man entered—tall, forty-something, and distinguished looking in an expensive suit. He carried himself with the easy confidence of someone accustomed to power. The guards straightened, suddenly alert. Haisley cataloged every detail about him, storing information she might need later. The way he favored his left leg. The bulge of a shoulder holster under his jacket.

“Ladies.” His smile never reached his cold, reptilian eyes as his gaze swept over them. “I oversee this facility’s…special programs. You may call me Mr. Gray.”

Smarmy bastard with a fake name. Haisley’s stomach turned as she noticed cameras tracking their every move from the corners of the room.

“You three are very fortunate,” he continued. “You’ve been selected for our premium program. Your buyers are extremely successful men who appreciate quality and are willing to pay handsomely for it.”

The Jasper she’d known online had just seemed like an average, everyday guy. But clearly, he’d already fooled her once. Shame on him. If she fell into the same trap twice? Well, shame on her.

“Oh, my god,” the honey blonde sobbed quietly.

“Now, now.” Gray’s voice held mock concern. “There’s no need for tears. You’ll be moved to private suites shortly. Luxurious andmuchmore comfortable than your previous accommodations. In the next couple of days, we’ll host a gathering where you’ll meet your new masters. Together, you’ll join our most exclusive festivities. A celebration of our community, if you will. Until then, you will rest—unless you’re taken to our onsite spa for procedures in accordance with your masters’ wishes. Above all, you should begin accepting your life of submission.”

“What about the others?” Haisley asked, desperate to know Amy’s fate. “The women who weren’t in this…program?”

“You needn’t concern yourself with them. They’ll be leaving our facility with their new masters shortly.”

“And us?” The brunette woman spoke up. “When do we leave?”

“When it’s time. You’ll remain here until you’ve fulfilled your purpose.”

Haisley’s chest constricted. “Which is?”

He turned a sharp glare to her, brow raised. “You’re breeders. You’ll stay until your new master has ensured you’re pregnant.”

She had to let Jasper, a man who had already lied to her, plant his seed in her womb and then give birth to his spawn?Oh, god.

The room spun, falling silent except for the blonde girl who now sobbed harder. Haisley struggled to breathe past her shock and horror. Through the mirrors, she caught the dancer’s eye. A silent understanding passed between them—they needed to stay alert, strong, and ready.

“Your buyers have paid handsomely for the privilege of breeding you,” Gray continued as if discussing the weather. “A rare few will simply make deposits for our medical staff to handle the insemination. But most find impregnating their prize…entertaining.”

In other words, they enjoyed repeatedly raping them until the biological inevitable occurred. Was that Jasper’s kink of choice?

Haisley felt ill.

“Either way,” Gray went on, “you’ll remain here under observation until conception is confirmed.”

The clinical way he discussed their rape and forced pregnancy made it more horrifying.

“Once pregnancy is achieved, you’ll be moved to the location of your master’s choice, be that in our medical facility or another location of their choice.” His smile grew sharp. “But first, in forty-eight hours, we’ll host a masquerade. Your masters will claim you there, and the celebration will last until dawn. You should prepare yourselves for their…enthusiasm.”

“What happens to our babies?” the dancer asked, her cultured voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s up to your masters. Most sell them and recoup the money they spent on you, so I don’t recommend getting attached.”

Haisley felt gut-punched—and beyond angry at the words that spewed from his mouth. This night—along with the past few days—felt surreal. She braced herself on a nearby chair and fought a wave of nausea that threatened to take her out at the knees.

A guard appeared at Gray’s shoulder and whispered something. He nodded with a tight smile.

“Your suites are ready, breeders. Appropriate attire for our coming festivities will be delivered tomorrow. Think about what I’ve said. Any resistance will be met swiftly and brutally, so reconcile yourselves. Your new lives begin very soon.”

Guards began separating them. One gripped Haisley’s arm like a vise and led her down a different corridor than the others. Into an elevator, up several floors, then through doorways, she glimpsed luxurious rooms with plush beds and silk sheets—beautiful prisons with state-of-the-art locks and ever-present cameras.

She fought to keep breathing. To keep thinking. To memorize every turn, every security checkpoint, every possible escape route.

Two days. That’s all she had before her “buyer” arrived. Two days to figure out how to escape this nightmare. Over the years, she’d listened to Nash, Matt, Ethan, and the others. She’d learned to observe, to plan, and to wait for the right moment.

Because she’d die before she let Jasper, the monster who had plunked down cash for the privilege of raping her, to use her body—her womb—for sport and profit. She refused to carry a child only to have it ripped away and sold as she’d been.