11Jaide
Bacon was delicious.
Its sweet grease tang mixed with this buzz of salt that sat on your tongue. I could eat it all day. Just sit and keep shoving those strips of tasty magic into my mouth until I got fat. I probably would, except my body had other plans.
You see, when you go from eating dry bread, water, and cheese in starvation portions to gorging on a five course breakfast buffet served in your room, you inevitably end up with your head over a toilet.
Which is where I was, kneeling on white tile, watching the last of my stomach bile swirl down the drain. This wasn’t exactly how I planned on starting my day.
Well, I mean, neither was being sold at auction to a trio of Synian kings.
Wiping my mouth with an overly soft washcloth, I sat back against the white tile walls and focused on my breathing. I really had no interest in vomiting again. It didn't seem like the right way to christen this bathroom anyway.
I was really starting to think that these Synians had gotten a special on white subway tiles and just covered everything in it.
The bedroom was plush, full of dark wood, red velvet bedding and window coverings. This bathroom was like the hallways. It was white tile atop white tile with a white marble countertop to pull it all together. The towels were white, the lighting fixtures made of ornate plaster and glittering diamonds, which might as well have been white.
It would have been the most boring bathroom ever, if it also somehow wasn’t the most extravagant. The bathtub and the shower were sized to fit multiple people, both of which featured handles and waist-high ledges that were lifted in the middle so someone could walk all the way around. Hooks and rings and other things hinted at nefarious purposes that I was starting to wonder if I really wanted to know.
Not that I had a choice anymore.
“What in the world were you thinking, Jaide?” I chastised myself, leaning against the tile wall as I stared at the chandelier.
Ever since I had stepped in this building I had been smacked in the face by a million dicks.
Dicks on the CCTV screens.
Dicks behind glass as my naked ass was placed on a slow rotation for auction.
Dicks in the form of the Synian Kings who owned me.
And the reminder of what those dicks wanted to do to me with Parris’s visit that morning.
Although, that had presented a lot more questions than answers. Along with the letter.
Something that I could about now that all those dicks were gone and I had vomited out not only food, but the last of the horny toad delusions brought on by the Synian bites.
I had come here for my brother, and if Dawn was to be believed, he wasn’t here. But someone here had to know where he was, or what he was. What I was, as Parris had put it. So, I had two options to get answers. Dawn and my new owners.
My new owners.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine, my stomach twisting again, although this time not with the threat of vomit.
I wasn’t going to be asking them anything. Parris had already proven he wouldn’t answer, anyway. Which left me with only one option.
I needed to find Dawn, which was obviously going to be super easy seeing as I had no idea where I was, where she was, who she was, or even if I could get out of my room.
“You’ve plopped yourself in the middle of a sex-fueled mystery, that’s what you’ve done.” I shook my head as I slowly pushed myself to standing, straightening the damn transparent shift as though it was actually doing anything other than making me feel like I was being groped by a ghost all the time.
Thankfully, my stomach contents were staying put.
Feet dragging over cold tile, I made my way to the marble sink, twisting the diamond encrusted faucet to release a steaming line of hot, clear water.
It was beautiful.
The water at our apartment had been second water, so it was always a little brown and had to be boiled before drinking. But this stuff was pristine, it didn’t even smell like it was one match away from going up in flames.
I didn’t care that it was boiling hot, I stuck my face underneath the tap and lapped it up like a dog.