CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ZAC
I knew what this role would take.
I knew what would be expected from me but nothing, nothing can prepare you when you are facing it head on. To hear the screams, hear the words and look into the eyes all saying, all begging for the same thing.
To make it stop.
There’s a bigger picture at play and if I want to reach it then I have to keep going, I have to keep playing this role. It’s what I’ve been working towards for two years and too much is at stake to let it all go down the drain because of a girl.
She’s not a girl.
She’s a woman.
A beautiful woman even through all the bruises and tears. I want to lick away those tears from her cheeks, I want to make it all better if I can. I hope I can. Last night I tried to sleep but all I could think of was her body strung up and waiting to be used until I got her down. Before I held her in my arms, felt her heart beat against my chest, all the time knowing she was to be used.
Used?
Used isn’t the right word. A body like that only deserves to be worshiped but I can’t allow my brain to think like that. I’ve tried to train myself not to think of the body in front of me as human but as an object. A means to an end, that’s what I kept thinking as I lay in bed waiting for sleep to claim me, but it never happened because all I could see was her and she was beautiful. A very beautiful body that for me has to be a means to an end. No matter how hard I try I can’t get her out of my mind, she invades every single thought like a spider building a web and my brain is the starting point for said spider’s hard work. Threading away into all the nooks and crannies of my mind. My subconscious has a hidden agenda and it is working like a charm.
I know this isn’t right.
I know that, deep down I know that what is happening is wrong and needs to be stopped but I can’t do it.
I can’t do it if I want my end goal. I’ve known this has been the plan for two years, I’ve trained myself for so long to gear myself up for this role, but now that it is right in front of me my subconscious is fucking messing me around.
I just want all this to be done already.
I want to go back to New York where everything makes sense.
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Right now I’m following Marco and his son up the stairs to the little house. Her screams from the other day after they gave her the drugs still ring in my ears. They both take seats around the dinner table and gesture for me to do the same. My chair creaks with my weight, not having being used, still shiny with its newness. Mark said that this place hasn’t been used for years, that it looked like a pig sty, they must have worked hard to get it like this. To get it to the point where lies are all around these four walls.
Oh God, I hate it here. I really want to go home. Back to New York where my life makes sense.
“Have you still got her pictures?” Marco asks his son.
“Still got them and she looks hot just like you asked for.”
“Good. The auction is just under a month. We need to build up a buzz around her. Make a page, include her photos and her details, including the fact that she’s a virgin.”
Mark puts his hands together and starts rubbing them, with dollar signs in his eyes.
“I want you both working on getting her ready. You have four weeks to get her perfect. If I’m getting back into this then it has to be perfect, this business needs to be perfect. I need to get back to New York. Do you think you can both do that for me?” He looks at each of us in turn with expectant eyes, he has his answer and no alternative is going to be right in his opinion.
It’s now or never, his way or the highway. Before I can even change my mind, my eyes set on Marco’s so he knows I am being serious I speak with as much confidence as I have ever used before.
“Yes.”
It glides off my tongue with ease. With any other situation that would sicken me to my core but this is so much more. Mark quickly follows and we both watch as Marco leans back in his chair like he’s the lord of the manor. In this world he has made for himself I guess that’s exactly what he is.
“When do you plan on telling her? I’ve told her little bits but she doesn’t know the full story.” Mark asks his father. He looks at his father like he’s the messiah.
“I’ll tell her tomorrow before I go back. As of tomorrow, boys, you are both in charge to her.”
He stops for a moment trying to think of what to say. I know the exact time those words come to him because his smile reaches the corners of his lips. If he were to turn green he would look just like the Grinch.
“Schooling.” He looks so proud at his choice of words.
“Everything is going to plan. It’s up to the two of you to make sure it stays on track. Don’t mess this up for me.” We both nod our heads.
“We won’t let you down, Dad.” Mark says for the both of us.