Chapter 5
Addison
I explored the room or what I could with this chain on my ankle. He wasn’t lying when he said there was nothing I could harm him or myself in the room. There was nothing, not even a razor, and trust me, I looked.
Now, I sit on the edge of the bed, looking over his questions. Not that I’m going to answer them, I’m just curious what they are. They aren’t your normal questions, either. There are questions like have you ever tried illegal drugs? Do you drink? Are you on birth control? I don’t understand why that’s any of his business to begin with, so I don’t answer any of them.
I toss the clipboard onto the bed when the door opens, and he walks back in. I straighten my spine, ready for whatever is going to come to me but he doesn’t even look at me. He walks straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I hear him in there, and then the sink turns on. A few minutes later, he walks back out and sits on the edge of the bed next to me. He grabs the clipboard and looks it over before sighing and tossing it back onto the bed.
“You didn’t answer any of them.”
“Are you going to kill me?” I ask him. He looks at me strangely for a long second before shaking his head.
“What have they told you? The people who took you?”
“That I’d be lucky to be alive in a month.”
“Really? They said that?” I nod, unsure why I’m even talking to him in the first place when I should keep my mouth shut and my questions to myself, but I feel like I can ask him. “No one here is gonna kill you.”
“Then what do you want me for?” He clears his throat and shifts on the bed so he’s looking at me.
“I manufacture drugs. Not the sort of drugs you’re thinkin’. I don’t make coke or meth. Think female Viagra.”
“Are you serious?”
“Very.”
“And you need me for what?”
“To test the products. I see a difference between those who willingly take it then those who don’t want it. You bein’ the one who doesn’t want it,” he explains.
“What kind of difference?”
“Sexually. The girls who are willin’ to take it offer themselves up to their man, but the ones who aren’t so willin’ to take it, fight it. I like to see the outcome of that.”
“You’re sick.”
“I provide a product that puts the woman in charge instead of the man. You can basically do whatever the hell you want to him while under the power of the drug. He’s helpless to you.”
I don’t get it. I shake my head, confused by all of this. Why doesn’t he just find women who are willing to take it and leave it at that?
“Ask me. I don’t hide anything about my drugs.”
“Are they dangerous to my health?”
“No. And I’ll have a qualified doctor on hand to make sure of that.”
“Will I become addicted to it?” He smiles now, and I can’t say it isn’t a beautiful smile. It’s perfect, although a little dark.
“That’s completely up to you. A lot of my girls like to keep usin’ it because it gives them power over the men. Others haven’t touched it again,” he tells me. Something about all of this gnaws at my insides. I don’t like the idea of using a drug. I don’t like the idea of being a guinea pig for it either, but what the hell can I do? I’m here now. And I’m stuck here. He bought me.
“Any other questions?”
“I don’t want it.”
“That isn’t up for debate. You’re gettin’ it regardless. What you do with it is up to you.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means there are men here willin’ to help you with the little issue you’ll have. Clean men. I make sure anyone participatin’ is clean.”
“That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard. You make me sick,” I snap at him. He chuckles and shakes his head, running his hand through his shaggy hair.
“Maybe. Maybe you’ll think a little differently after you’ve had a dose. It’s really hard to say at this point.”
“I’ll never want it. I’ll never accept it,” I argue.
“You won’t have much of a choice. It can be taken in several ways. I’ll choose the easiest of them.”
“What kind of sick fuck are you?”
“I don’t think I’m sick. I’m just testin’ out a product,” he replies with a shrug.
“On people who don’t want it.”
“As I said, there’s a difference in the reaction between those who want it and those who don’t.”
“If you already know that, then why do you need me to take it?”
“Research, darlin’. I like to sell a quality product. I like to know what the general reaction is to it. That’s where you come in.”
“I’ll never take it,” I tell him, keeping my chin up and my head high. He’ll have to force me to take it.
“I have my ways, darlin’. You’ll take it one way or another.”
“What about side effects?”
“There are none aside from bein’ extremely horny. Which is why I have men on hand for you.”
“So I’ll be a whore?”
“No. You won’t be. They know it’s the drugs and nothin’ more. They know there is nothin’ more between the two of you than just what you need. It’s a sort of service if you need to think of it that way.
“A service? You’re a sick bastard.”
“Call it what you want, but you’ll be beggin’ for cock, sweetheart.”
“I don’t think so. I know my body better than that.” At least, I hope I do. I won’t let him degrade me into begging for sex. That isn’t going to happen. I’m stronger than that. I can handle whatever he throws my way.
“I know what you’re thinkin’, and you’re wrong. You’re not gonna want to control it. You’re gonna want to use it to your advantage. It’s how the drug works. It puts you in charge. The men are helpless. If you’d rather get yourself off in front of them, then do it. They don’t even have to touch you.”
“I don’t have to have sex with them?” I ask him for some clarification.
“No. Never. You don’t have to have sex with any of them.”
Now, that’s something else entirely. Maybe I can handle the effects of the drug if I don’t have to have sex with them. I don’t want to have sex with random men. That’s not who I am. I’m not that person.
“Everything will be on your terms, Addison. Who you fuck, if you fuck. It’s all on you.”
I sit and let that settle in. I think I can handle that. I think I can fight the effects of the drugs he’s going to pump into my system.
I watch Free stand from the bed and walk over to the dresser. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it on the pile of clothes on the floor and then drops his pants. I watch as he pulls a pair of shorts on before turning back to me. His muscles are pulled tight across his abs, and I can’t help but look. He chuckles and walks over, climbing on the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Going to sleep. It’s my room, remember?”
“Why do I have to share a bed with you?”
“You don’t. Floor is open.”
“Are you kidding me? At least in the cells, I had my own bed.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. We don’t have those lovely accommodations here.” With that, he rolls onto his side and falls asleep.