The prospect of being stuck on his own in a tiny space was a nightmare in ways he’d never considered. He’d go crazy. He’d end up like Tom Hanks, talking to a ball in Cast Away within just a couple of days.
Fear crept up Clover’s back and soon put an invisible collar around his neck. If he was to survive this, he needed to at least pretend to play by her rules. “So… what kind of play do you have in mind?” he uttered, turning to keep his back hidden as inconspicuously as he could. It was crunch time. The tracker pulsed under the swollen skin so with so much intensity he feared she might hear it, but for now the device remained undetected. Stress was already parching his mouth and brain alike.
But Diana only smiled and rubbed his chest in a weirdly impersonal way. Her hands were so cold he had to keep himself from flinching with sheer willpower.
“Well, I have things to do, but I’ll provide you with time for exercise, and I’m sure that you’ll get to watch the other specimens.”
“Other… albinos?” Was this her thing? Was she gathering albino animals, and needed a human as the highlight of her collection?
Diana laughed. “Oh, no. It wouldn’t be much of a menagerie if I only collected one type of human, would it? Ava, show yourself. I know you’re watching,” Diana called out, gazing toward one of the large cages surrounding the little patch of grass and flowers that housed Clover’s new dwelling.
Something moved in the shadows, but Clover’s head turned into an empty drum when a child-sized figure appeared right behind the bars. She was naked too, and despite her long curls covering much of her chest, Clover couldn’t avoid noticing that she was definitely an adult woman. And when she turned to the side, the curve of her pregnant belly became impossible to miss.
Clover swallowed hard, frantic yet unable to do anything about it for as long as his leg was cuffed to an iron loop emerging from the grass. He heard Diana speak, but her voice sounded dull, as if it were coming from behind a wall.
“I run quite a successful breeding program here. You might be lonely now, but I’ll find a suitable partner for you soon enough.”
Clover stared at her, his eyes so wide it felt as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. This was next level insanity, and he had no way to run. What had he done? He should have never entrusted his life to men he’d only met two months ago. Their relationship was intense like no other before, and Clover loved them with all his heart, but would they actually save him from the vile monster standing in front of him in a pretty dress and high heels?
What if they decided to cut their losses and move on?
What if they were dead?
Clover’s eyes instantly watered, and he refused to even consider a possibility so horrendous. He would have rather rotted in this hellhole than have any of his men die.
His thoughts were a whirlwind of fear when the goon spun him to face the cage, and the heat of Diana’s gaze burned his naked back. Game over.
“Oh no, he’s damaged,” Diana said and touched the skin around the wound on his shoulder.
The man picked up some kind of device and when he held it over Clover’s shoulder, it beeped and then released a screechy noise that had Clover’s teeth aching. “More like someone’s already chipped him,” he said in a grave voice.
Diana took a sharp breath and squeezed Clover’s arm, forcing him to look at her. “Is that right?” she asked in a snake-like whisper, and as her nails dug into Clover’s flesh, he was too afraid to move, terrified of what was to come. She was about to sink her venomous fangs into him and then watch him die a slow, painful death if he didn’t speak soon.
“I… I don’t know.”
She slapped his face so hard Clover fell over into the grass. Without thinking, he darted toward the shadowy path between the grand cages, but the cuff tugged him back, and he barely managed to avoid hitting his nose when he fell.
The flashback to his time in Riggs’s hands was so intense he could almost smell the dusty floor in that Arizona house.
“You’ve made a mistake!” he yelled when the man’s strong arms pulled him back up, his brain jarring over and over, unable to produce a sensible way out of this.. “I’m gay, I’m of no use to you as a breeder!”
Diana chuckled. “Oh, sweetie. You will perform for me, don’t you worry about that. I’ve got ways to make it happen. But first let’s get rid of that nasty thing in your shoulder. You’re mine now, and no one else’s. And besides, I already have a breeding pair of homosexuals in my collection. You’re here because of your looks.”