Violet gives me a shocked expression. “So, they will just take me somewhere and force me to lay there while they inspect me?”
I gulp, “Yes. One of the guards will come and get you and take you down to the doctor’s office. There you will strip and get into the chair.”
“What happens if I don’t want to do it?” she whispers. I think she already knows the answer, but I answer her anyway, just to prove how horribly dangerous this could be for her.
“If you don’t do as they tell you, they’ll hurt you. It will happen one way or another, Violet. And if you keep fighting them, they’ll give you a sedative. If they do that then…”
“Then I can’t protect myself,” she finishes for me. The idea of one of the other men touching her makes me furious, makes me want to break bones, rip flesh, kill and destroy. Every instinct inside me tells me to claim her, but I can’t, and it’s fucking killing me. When all of this is over, I’ll have to let her go. When it comes time for the auction, everything I did here won’t matter, and I hate that.
Violet rinses all the suds off her body, and then I do the same. Once we’re both clean, we step out and I dry her off, wrapping her hair up just like I did the other day.
She smiles up at me, but there is a sadness in those big blues. “I’m sorry about what happened the other night. About slapping you and yelling at you.”
She has no reason to be sorry. I shouldn’t have grabbed her, shook her, I shouldn’t have hurt her over the memory of my sister.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I wrap a towel around my middle, shielding my still rock-hard cock.
“I do though. I don’t know who Mira is, and I shouldn’t have assumed something.” Her name being said out loud, especially from Violet’s mouth, pisses me off. But I’m not angry at Violet. No, this anger is all mine.
“It’s really okay. I shouldn’t have lashed out over a nightmare.”
Violet doesn’t look like she believes me, and that’s fine. I don’t want to talk about my dead sister anymore, or how she came to be dead in the first place. Instead, I walk over to my dresser and pull out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, tossing them to her. She pulls the boxers up and then pulls my t-shirt on over her head.
It swallows her slim body whole, and for the first time, I look at her, really look at her. She looks good in my clothes, and the comparison of my body to hers is yet another reminder of why I need to protect her. She’s so small and delicate. I drop the towel wrapped around my middle without thought and pull on a pair of clean boxers.
“What’s going to happen to me, Ivan? I’ve been here awhile. I don’t know how long exactly, but I do know that this auction you keep talking about has to be coming up soon?”
She asks me questions she knows I shouldn’t answer but ones I can’t deny answering.
“I shouldn’t really tell you,” I mumble, heading toward the bed. I’m exhausted, and after forcing myself to be away from her for two days, I miss her being here in my bed beside me.
“Please don’t keep this from me. I need to know how much time I have left.” She states matter-of-factly, talking like she is waiting for her death sentence… and maybe she is.
My chest hurts thinking about it, thinking about handing her over to some rich fuck so that he can violate her. I’m sending her to be broken in the worst ways.
“Ten days… you have ten days.”
She shakes her head slowly as if she has to digest the information.
“Can I ask you something else?” She sounds unsure, and she looks up at me, almost embarrassed.
I nod.
“Why can’t you keep me? Can’t you just ask your boss if you can have me, or you buy me yourself? I could work off the money.”
I walk up to her and kneel right in front of where she is sitting on the bed. I take both of her hands in mine and look at her. “Trust me, if I thought there was even a sliver of a chance that he would let me have you, I would do it in a heartbeat. But it just doesn’t work like that. Rossi has a zero policy on weakness. If he were to find out that you mean anything to me, he would kill you with a smile on his face.”
A small gasp escaped her lips. I know all of this probably scares her but everything I’m telling her is the truth. Maybe that makes me an asshole, but I'd rather her know than have her assume I don't want her at all.
“So, you would keep me if you could?”
I feel us moving closer and closer into uncharted waters. I've never wanted anything like I want Violet, but confessing it makes me feel weak. And claiming her is only going to prove that further.
“I would help you… but I wouldn't keep you even if I could.” Regret fills my body as soon as the words leave my lips, and I see the pain of rejection in her eyes. I get up and turn away from her, unable to look at her despair any longer. Telling her how I feel about her… how I would keep her forever if I could would only make things worse. It would make this already complicated situation much more complicated.
“You can stay here at night, but you have to go back to your cell during the day.” I hate it but this is the only thing I have left to offer her.
“Every night?” she asks, perking up a bit. I sit down next to her on the bed and we angle our bodies so we’re looking at each other.
“If you want, yes.” She nods furiously at my offer, her eyes lighting up.
“I can come and get you after they bring you food at night, but I have to take you back before anyone notices in the morning.”
“Okay,” she whispers and forces a smile. I don’t know why I just now realize it, but she might be the bravest person I’ve ever known.
I have no doubt that she is scared shitless, and she has every right to be. I wouldn't hold it against her if she was screaming, kicking, and crying every time I left her in that cell, but she tries her very best to put on a brave face.
“Come on, let’s get some sleep.” I nudge her to scoot up and lie down but she stops me with a hand to the shoulder.
“What about you?” She looks down at the tent between my legs.
“Don’t worry about me. You don’t have to do anything,” I try to assure her. I don’t want to take anything else from her. She’ll endure enough in the weeks to come.
“But… I want to. I can do it like I did it the other day.”
I nearly lose it right then and there. I want her so fucking bad, it hurts. It literally makes my body ache.
“Did you not like it… last time in the shower?” There’s a frown on her lips, and I want to kiss it away. I want to scream from the rooftops how much I fucking loved her tiny hand on my cock, stroking the life out of me.
“Of course, I did.” I shake my head, and her brow furrows in confusion. I know I need to better explain myself simply from the look on her face, “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do something for me, like you’re repaying me or something. You don’t owe me anything. I would do this stuff for you even if you didn’t give me a hand job or let me touch you.”
“I really want to do it.” Her voice is low but determined and then, as if she think she’s strong, she takes her tiny hand and places it on my shoulder, pushing against me in a feeble attempt to get me to lie down. Her small attempt at making me do what she wants me to do has me chuckling.