“Uh…it’s what I usually have.”
“What do you like?”
She shook her head at me, her brows furrowed.
“What?” I said, probably a little too impatiently.
“I… I don’t know.”
Something wasn’t right with her. Was she having some sort of episode or something? She was trembling all over.
I sat on the bed and leaned closer, “What’s wrong; you okay?”
She nodded but her hands were trembling.
“Hey?” I took her face into both hands and leaned close, “It’s gonna be okay.”
She started to huff and puff. She was hyperventilating.
Then she grabbed for me and clutched me tight.
I flinched at first but then put my arms around her and rubbed her back, “It’s okay,” I said.
“Master?” she whispered.
I had to get her to stop calling me that. But I’d work on that later, “Yeah?”
“Can I ask you for something?”
“Yeah.” I answered and she clung to me. My nose was buried in her hair. It was so soft.
“Will you please take me?”
“Yeah, I’m taking you. You’re coming home with me, Felicia.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much for that. I’m honored that you choose me. I can’t even express how honored that you’re taking me with you. But Master, will you please take me now? Please?” She was shaking, her voice was shaking, and my throat was going dry.
“We’re leaving tomorrow. No one will hurt you again. They know you’re mine so they won’t even try.” My gut twisted at my own words.
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. So much. But will you please take me?”
I shook my head, “I’m not getting you, baby. Take you where? Back to Alaska, you mean?”
“Take, fuck me,” she whispered into my chest hoarsely, “Please Master, will you fuck me please?”
Whoa. Motherfucker.
I pulled back, “Not here.” I let go of her.
She looked down. She looked crushed. This girl was seriously damaged goods. I felt a pang of sadness for this poor sweet angelic-looking girl who was nothing but a profitable piece of ass to these sick scumbags.
“What’s the hurry, angel?” I asked gently, wanting to settle her down, “There’s no hurry, okay? Let me deal with things and then we’re outta here tomorrow. Lots of time, okay?” I touched her face.
The color drained out of her face. Her mouth dropped open. I tilted my head, watching her. She stared off into space looking catatonic. She was still trembling.
“What do you want for breakfast? Bacon & eggs?” I asked gently. She stared straight ahead, like she wasn’t even here, like she was in shock.
“Felicia?” I let go of her face and snapped my fingers in front of her face. Her attention snapped back to me.