Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
"The guys aren't allowed to go where we stay," she answers quickly. "I don't mind an audience."
Her hand rubs back up my chest, fingers tangling in my beard. I fight the urge to jerk my face away from her touch.
"That's too bad," I slur again, making myself sound drunk. "I do."
Instead of looking relieved, she looks a little scared because of my rejection.
"What's wrong, pretty girl?"
I shift my beer from my right hand to my left before curling a finger under her chin to make her look at me.
"We'll get our chance," I lie. "Just not tonight."
"You're not as bad as they say," she whispers. "Kind even."
"I'm as mean as they come," I assure her.
She shakes her head a little. "You're different. I can tell."
"I don't hurt women," I confide. "But I'll slit a motherfucker's throat for looking at me sideways."
I forgot to slur my words this time, but she doesn't seem to notice. She's too busy in her own head, teeth gnawing on the corner of her lower lip worryingly.
"What happens if you don't walk away tonight with a man?" I risk asking.
She swallows, a hesitance in her eyes.
"If I don't leave with you, then I'll have to find someone else," she says, her teeth right back to worrying that corner of her mouth.
I reach up, using my index finger to tug it out of the way. From the outside looking in, it might appear I'm flirting with her, gearing up to do what's expected, and that's exactly what I need everyone to think.
"Then let's go," I say, shifting to let her know I'm going to stand.
"O-okay," she stutters, as if she thinks I've changed my mind. "But I thought you didn't like an audience. Maybe we can take turns? Wait for your cousin to be done, and then we can go?"
I shake my head, standing from the chair. I tilt the beer bottle, draining it. I walk over to the trash can and drop it in, only to find that she has followed me like a puppy.
I hold my hand out, waiting for her reluctance to fade before she takes hold of it.
I lean into her, making a show of stumbling so those around can see how drunk I'm pretending to be.
"Look out, Peaches," one guy shouts as we walk away. "He's likely to pass out and crush you."
The darkness engulfs us as we walk away from the fire and the crowd.
Chapter 31
Zayne
“This is nice,” Sable whispers as I step aside and let her enter the cabin.
I want to challenge her. There's nothing nice about this place. It's bare bones at best, and if there were a person in charge of organizational requirements and amenities, as the child welfare people have, they'd shut this place down in a heartbeat. I've heard stories from people who experienced conversion camps that were nicer than what we're provided here.
"Home sweet home," I say instead as I step in behind her and close us inside.
She's a really sweet girl, and if I had to guess, I'd say she was fairly new here. She still has a way about her that tells me she's unsure whether her actions are okay or if she's doing something wrong, and she's worried about the consequences.
"What do you want?" she asks, her smile fading as she turns around to face me.
Her hands are already working at the buttons on her flannel, but I hold my hand out to stop her from getting undressed. She gives me a weird look, confusion drawing her eyebrows tighter, but she doesn't speak her concern.
She has to know that our place is bugged. She either knows that because it's common knowledge, or the place where the women are kept is also under some sort of surveillance. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't have cameras all over their place, both to keep them in line and also for perverts to watch every move they make as some sick fucking form of entertainment.
Her eyes dart to the door as if she's thinking of running, all the while calculating the consequences of her actions if she tries.
I couldn't have asked for a better situation to be put in. I have no doubt we could just sit in silence for half an hour, and this girl wouldn't go back and rat me out. Hell, she might make up a story and lie, telling whoever might ask that we did all sorts of shit we didn't actually do.
"I've had a long fucking day," I tell her.
She simply watches me, waiting to find out exactly what her fate is.
"Let's start with a back massage."
I just need to kill some time. Obviously, whoever has access to the listening device here could easily play this back and realize nothing fucking happened. I need a minute to fucking figure out how to handle this.