I looked down at the hole that my cock was moving in and out of. The soft pink lips that stretched to their limit to accommodate me and the eyes that looked up, desperately wanting to please. This was perfect. This was exactly how I wanted it. No talking, no emotions, nothing but the physical feeling; the sensation of my cock inside a deliciously wet, warm mouth. That and the feeling of being in complete control.

I closed my eyes and pictured Brooklyn's beautiful, sparkling blue eyes looking up at me and her soft golden hair as my hands gripped the head bobbing back and forth in front of my pelvis. Immediately, I pushed that image out of my mind. The thought of Brooklyn being involved in any of this made me sick.

I didn't want to picture Brooklyn's beautiful, smiling face while I was down here. I didn't want the feelings that I had for her mixed in with what I was doing, what I had been doing to the trainees for over a decade. I had never had any reason to separate sex from thoughts or feelings before, but suddenly I was faced with the realization that I didn't want to treat someone that I cared about like this.

The problem? This was who I was. This was what I did. I broke women down to the point where they had no sexual agency of their own. No preferences, no boundaries, no will. I reveled in the palpable fear and anxiety they all developed of displeasing me. I was the man who right at this very moment was fucking this specific hole because he had no emotional connection to it whatsoever. I was the man who took exactly what he wanted.

But when I looked at Brooklyn, when I pictured her glowing face in my mind, that's not what I wanted. That's not what I wanted for her, anyway. I had thought about her many times over the years. I had imagined her eyes looking up at me, submitting to my every demand.

Not because I had forced her to, and not because her family owed me anything, but because she wanted to submit to me. Because she didn't want it any other way. Her eyes filled with lust with maybe just a touch of fear because she never really knew what all I was capable of.

She was somehow too precious to me now. In fact, she was too precious to me the minute I found out she was coming here. Maybe she always had been.

I grabbed the head in front of me tighter as I thrust my cock deeper and deeper down its throat. The girl had been trained to ignore her gag reflex and to not display any discomfort during any sex act, but especially a deep throat. She was turning red as the opportunities to take in a breath through her nose became fewer and further between, but she stayed in position on her knees until I emptied myself inside of her.

I pulled my cock out and she gasped for breath for a moment but then stood up and went to her corner as she had been trained to do. She was in the final stages and didn't need to be locked up any longer. Some nights were still spent suspended by cuffs on a wall or mounted on a Sybian, I suppose depending on the mood Lucas was in that night, but most of the time she was allowed to sleep on her mat in her corner.

After I zipped up my pants, I walked down the hall to where the new girl was being kept. I turned on the lights and looked in on the huddled mass under the thin blanket on the cot in the cell. She looked up at me and asked me to help her, to let her out but I just walked off and turned the light out.

I wanted to feel something for her but I didn't. I thought about what Brooklyn said to me, that she was horrified by what I've done to these women. And I knew that it was wrong. I knew that none of these girls deserve to be treated like this. But the part of me that was brought up in this family, the part of me that had spent the last decade coming up with new and innovative ways to break the human spirit didn't feel a thing.

And that's what I had to save Brooklyn from. I had to get her the hell out of here and get her away from me. There is no way that my father was going to let me out of the business. I had to just let her go. I would get some money together for her and when I figured out where to hide her so that she would be safe for a while I would get her the hell out of this house. Then I would leave too.

I didn't know for sure that my father would kill his oldest son over a transaction. I wanted to believe that he wouldn't but I really just wasn't so sure.

* * *

As I was about to leave the caverns, I noticed that the door to my private training room was open and there was a light on inside. I pushed the door open all the way and my brother was still in there lying on the bed.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked as I crossed my arms and leaned up against the door jamb.

"I'm just taking a break. Leave me the hell alone, will you?" he said as he rubbed his temples. "I heard you out there. If you've got your princess up there in your house what are you using my trainees for? Oh, wait. I think I understand now. She's too perfect for even you to fuck. She must be a goddamned queen!" he said as he looked over at me, a smile stretched across his face.

"Shut the fuck up, Lucas. What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do it? I don't understand you anymore. It's one thing for you to treat these trainees like garbage, but I'm your brother. What the hell happened?"

"What does it matter anymore?"

"Well, it used to matter. I used to trust you. I used to rely on you. But now I feel like I don't even know you. I feel like you don't give a shit about the fact that I'm your brother anymore."

"Maybe I don't. Who knows? Look, I'm not really in the mood to chat right now. I've got a job to do, a new girl to train. Maybe that doesn't mean anything to you now that you've got your princess up there, but that's all I care about at the moment. Get out of my face."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"What, that you're harboring a fugitive trainee? That you've decided that she's exempt from the whole transaction process and can spend her days lounging around her private room eating bonbons? That you're living in a fucking fantasy world because you think you and your princess are going to ride off into the sunset together? No, I'm not going to tell him."

I turned to leave but just as I got to the door he said one final thing to me.

"You're no prince charming, you know that, don't you? But she'll find that out soon enough."

I left the training grounds and headed up to my office. I hated Lucas at that moment more than I ever had in my life because he fucking knew. Somehow he knew the very thing that I hadn't even been able to admit to myself. That I wanted so badly to believe that Brooklyn and I would wind up together. I wanted to believe that when I found a place for her to hide out and stay safe, that I would be right there with her.