Possession(68)

Present Day


My heart starts thumping when I look around and see a pair of red velvet curtains covering what I can only assume is a window.

“Come,” Isaac shouts, making me jump. I look back at him and see him smile. “I have a feeling you’ve seen one of these before. Did Drake let you in on his dark secret after all?”

I frown. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He starts shaking his head and tutting. “Drake really did keep you in the dark, didn’t he? I thought you may have been used to this by now, but it seems we have a lot to teach you.”

Before I can respond, two men grab my arms and force me into my restraints again. Is this how I’m going to live the rest of my life? Tied down and forced into situations beyond my control? “Drake’s going to kill you!” I seethe, straining against my restraints. My wrists are sore from earlier, but I still pull on them nonetheless.

Isaac walks up close to me and nods his head to the man on my left. He yanks the rope until I’m suspended in air. I can’t move. I am completely immobile. My heart starts beating, thumping through my chest until it’s ringing in my ears.

“Drake can’t kill me if he doesn’t know where I am. Besides, he’ll eventually find another plaything to replace you. You’re all replaceable.”

He and I both know that’s not true. Drake would stop at nothing to get me, and he knows it. For some reason, Isaac doesn’t seem to care. In fact, I would go so far as to say that he welcomes it.

He deliberately roams his eyes up and down my body. “Oh, well. What’s Drake’s loss is my gain. You look simply stunning this evening. I’ve got a line of very wealthy men behind that curtain who are dying to see you. They know you come from a good family and were hoping you were a virgin, but never mind. You’ve only had the one, so at least they know you’re a good girl. They like the virginal-looking type, and you have that written all over that pretty little face of yours.”

I want to know more about what he meant about Drake, but my eyes follow towards the curtains in front of me. Knowing that there are men waiting to see me behind that curtain makes the bile rise inside of me.

“Ben,” Isaac says, making me jump. I look towards Ben, and he’s coming towards me with a needle. I start to struggle again.

“I have a feeling you’re going to want to talk and struggle, and I know my clients prefer the quiet types.”

I start straining again, shouting and screaming. “You’ll never get away with this. Drake will find me and he will kill—” I feel the needle going into my arm and cry out.

Isaac is beside me. “Hush now.” He starts stroking my hair. “Soon, it will all feel like a wonderful dream.”

Immediately, my eyes begin to droop, and I feel light-headed and fuzzy. Isaac smiles and motions to someone to open the curtains. Once they’re open, I find around nine men—all in expensive business suits—lined up, straining their necks to see me.

“Good evening, gentlemen. I’ve invited you here this evening for a rather special event. As you all know, this young lady—who has only recently turned eighteen—comes from a very prestigious upbringing. She was brought up pure of heart and of body. Unfortunately, I can’t offer her to you as a virgin today, as again you already know that she was bought for five million a while back. The person who bought her has been her only sex partner. Unfortunately, he’s dead, but I’ve luckily acquired her for myself.”

I want to scream and shout out that Drake isn’t dead. He’s very much alive, and he’s coming for me. My mouth parts, and I try to speak, but no words come out. I want to feel the fear and adrenaline pump through me enough to strain, kick out, scream … do anything. But I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can’t do anything, but listen to the lies Isaac spews out of his disgusting mouth.

Isaac points his hand to me. “You can see how beautiful she is. I’m sure whoever wins her tonight will get the night of his life.” He smiles back at them all through the window. They don’t have much of an expression—just one of interest.

“Now, would you like to briefly come through and have a few seconds to look before we begin?”

My head starts to lull back. I try to keep my focus, but whatever drugs he’s given me have rendered me unable to care. A part of me wants to sleep, but another part is telling me to keep awake. I know my subconscious is fighting this, but for some reason, I don’t feel fear, anticipation, or anger. I just feel ignorantly blissful.

I watch in a haze as the men walk through and come towards me. At first, they just look. Then, they pull my head back and inspect my face before hands are touching me. I feel them on my breasts, squeezing my nipples, and down towards my pussy. Several of them—I don’t know how many—stick a finger inside me. I should react, but I don’t want to. Again, I don’t care. Again, I don’t speak. I just let them because I know I can’t do anything about it.