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He sighs heavily and stops touching me. I hear him walk around as his voice moves through the room.

“It’s only natural. It’ll take you some time to fall for me like I did you. I can be a patient man. I even let you fuck a dog to get it out of your system. And now that you’ve had a bad lay, you can feel what a good one will be. And I’ll be good, baby, real good for you.”

I wish I could say I breathe easier with him away, but I have no clue where he is or what he’s doing.

At least when he was next to me, I could expect his touch.

I need to keep him talking, if only to figure out where he is for my sanity.

Being without sight fucking sucks, and I swear to anyone listening that I’ll start investing in all the research possible to cure the blind after this. You know, if I make it through this.

“What got fucked up? Why would they blame you?”

His hum comes from the top left, so what I’m lying on isn’t against a back wall. Just in the middle of whatever this place is.

“I’m the middleman. It’s easier to blame someone other than yourself, I guess.

The person running this area, Cast Off, got killed, and someone had to step up.

I wasn’t looking to advance. I’ve got skills, but not about managing people.

Took a while for a new head to come in, and by then, they saw I wasn’t interested in the money anymore.

I only wanted you, and they thought they could start back up and keep me in line if they took you. Their mistake.”

“So.” I lick my lips only because they’re dry. I hope he doesn’t see it as an invitation. “Are the bad people gone?”

Is it just him left? Or once I’m out of here, do I have to worry about possibly getting taken again? How many people are really after me?

“I took out those who tried to control me. I told the others not to bother me. We have an agreement.”

“What’s the agreement?”

“I keep you. No one else but me. And if they keep up their end of the bargain, I’ll go back to hunting down their targets.

I did a job a few weeks back in good faith, got them a new girl.

They liked her. She brought in a few hundred, I heard.

Don’t really know. I got my 20 percent, and I plan to put it toward our future, just like I will for the others.

So don’t worry your pretty little head, princess.

I’ll provide for us. You can just stay home and take care of the house and kids. ”

I swallow hard. “Kids?”

“Oh yeah, princess, we’re going to have so many. Can’t wait to have a few girls with you. If we have too many, we can always sell them. Don’t worry about that for now, though, baby. Just relax and realize your man’s here now. I got you. I’m going to take care of you.”

I can’t holdit in any longer. I turn my head and vomit.

I thought I was strong. And I am. But no one could keep from reacting to what he’s saying. He plans to rape me, impregnate me, then sell his offspring. If I didn’t throw up, I don’t know what kind of person that would have made me. I won’t cry and scream, but my body will repel the idea for me.

I’m not surprised when I feel a cloth on my mouth, wiping away the vomit.

I felt some get in my hair, but the guy’s diligent about getting everything out.

I didn’t hear a sink running, so he must have a bucket of water or maybe even a water bottle that he’s using to wet the towel with.

He’s patient and thorough in cleaning me.

I don’t thank him. I can’t. I was raised to be polite till someone isn’t. And this guy is most definitely not deserving of any gratitude.

“There you are. All better now, princess. Do you want some water?” He pours some into my mouth before I can reply, and I sputter but drink a few drops before he pulls it away. The rest dribbles down my cheeks and neck. Another thing he takes his time to clean.

This time, I don’t suppress the shiver of disgust when I feel his hand lower across the top half of my breasts. I might be covered, but his touch feels like it’s searing through the cotton. I feel his brand on me, and I just want to roast in a hot fire till it’s burned away.

“Who are you?”

His fingers pick at the tape on my left eye, and he carefully peels it off. I blink, but the lights are dim, and everything’s out of focus for a second till I register who he is. He smiles at my gasp.

“Yes, princess. It’s me. Your knight in shining armor.

” He leans down quickly and covers my mouth with his, sinking his tongue into my mouth.

I squirm and shake my head, but he moans and groans as if he’s in pleasure while half his body covers me and his hands wander.

No longer playing it safe but going everywhere.

I bite his tongue. Hard. When he pulls away, I spit out the chunk I tore off just before he punches me in the face. There’s a pause, and then he does it again and again.

“Fuck! Why did you make me do that, princess? It wasn’t supposed to be like that. Fuck!” He punches me again, and I groan as I feel him roll away, my eyes closed and my ears ringing.

The guy might not be a fighter, but he packs a punch. He might not train like I do, but he’s seen enough fights to know what to do. I mean, that’s his job. To watch the fights. To protect the fighters.

Mack is going to be so pissed once he realizes the guy he pays to escort me to and from my fights is my stalker.

Henry grumbles as he walks away and out of the room.

He’s pissed enough to not put the tape back on my eye, and I take in everything I can about where I am.

Things look similar, but different. I feel like I understand where I am, but before I can really get my brain on board, Henry’s back, and he has something in his hand.

I sink into the bed, but there’s nowhere to go as he injects me with something.

“Sleep, princess. This won’t kill you, but if you push me, I might do something I’ll regret, and we don’t want that.

You might remember the feeling of this drug.

But unlike Roy, I know how much to give you to really put you out.

Sleep well, princess. And when you’re ready, your Prince Charming will be here to kiss you awake. ”

I hate being calling princess. And I really hate Snow White references. Why can’t it ever be a reference to Merida and her bow and arrow? That girl really had it going on.

But as I drift off to sleep, I get it. I’m freaking Snow White, and the prince who wakes me up better be clad in leather and riding a freaking motorcycle.