20 Olivia
Date Unknown
“Hello, Olivia.”
I blinked slowly, remaining as still as possible as my eyes lifted to the new male now sitting before me.
There was nothing exceptional about him. Light brown hair, light brown eyes, he looked old though. Not by age, but by stress, by life lived.
“My name is Mr. Alascer.”
I blinked again. Where was Merlin? Was he hiding? He always hid when people came in here now. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him, but I wasn’t scared, I didn’t think I had that emotion anymore. Fear seemed like such a silly thing at this point. All I felt now was anger.
“Is she always this docile?”
he asked, studying me carefully.
Phil stepped forward. “No,”
he answered evenly.
No, of course I wasn’t. I had to be like this though, just in case that thing inside of me took over again. That black fog that made me lose time.
“Interesting.”
Mr. Alascer glanced over his shoulder. “Can you have her lay on her back?”
A moment later, Phil was at my side. “Olivia, turn over.”
I did as he asked, falling onto my back, everything still sore. My hands fell to either side of me and I stared at that ceiling, studying the cracks. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, burning. It felt as if another person was living within me now, and if I didn’t keep her on a leash, she would explode again, leaving me in darkness.
Mr. Alascer stood, leaning over the bed. “Does she listen to orders from just anyone?”
“No, she likes to fight back,”
Phil replied.
Fight back? Was that how he labeled it?
Mr. Alascer nodded. “I see that they beat her into submission?”
“Sometimes worse,”
Phil answered unemotionally.
“Yes, I don’t like the scars though, that’ll cut the price down a lot.”
He grabbed each arm, lifting it, squeezing roughly up to my wrists and back down.
I forced myself to breathe. Forced myself not to react. This wasn’t like what the others had done. This was something else. He was studying me like a man buying a pig.
“Some of those she had when she got here,”
another man said.
“Doesn’t matter, a scar is a scar.”
He squeezed one breast and then the other. “Real,”
he mumbled, sliding his hands down over my ribs, causing me to wince whenever he hit a bruise. “A little thin, but we’ve got people who like them looking young. How old is she?”
I cataloged every single place he touched, I wrote it down in the book in my head. Just because I couldn’t kill him now, didn’t mean I wouldn’t.
“23,”
another man answered.
“Hmm.”
Mr. Alascer grabbed my hips next and then my right thigh, twisting it around. “’E’ what does that stand for?”
“One of Malachi’s sons laid his claim on her.”
“I am Olivia Rose, I am a writer, I am unbreakable, I am Claimed.”
I chanted in my head to control the emotions forcing their way up my throat.
“Hmm, well, we might be able to use that to our advantage, but this?”
he asked, shoving my left leg out. “That’ll need cut out, we can do that if we decide to keep her.”
I wondered how they would do it. Slice off the skin or just chop the leg off all together. It’d make things easier.
I felt his hand slide between my legs, and it took everything within me not to move. A warning look from Phil, my own heart begging me to stay. He wasn’t trying to fuck me like they did, he was examining his merchandise.
Mr. Alascer’s fingers slid inside of me. “Good, she’s still got some life left, and she’s tight.”
I glanced his way just as he stepped back, sliding his fingers over his tongue. “Good too.”
I closed my legs tightly and returned my attention to the ceiling. Sex trafficking? Is that what Isaak’s cousin’s friend did? He ran a sex trafficking ring?
Phil was right then, once they had me, Everett would never find me again. Fine. I’d just escape on my own. Fight my way out with sharpened nails and teeth. If I died, I died. But I was going to give it my best damn effort before my heart stopped for the last time.
Azrael told me to sharpen my thorns, so I turned them into razor blades.
“Alright, I’ll head back and let them know what I have. Just keep her here for now, we’ll be in contact.”
“When should we expect your call?”
the male asked as they headed out of the room.
Phil appeared above me, the voices fading, his eyes were sad, tired, but I didn’t know why. All he had to do was watch me, feed me. I don’t know why he felt such damn pity. “I won’t let them take you,”
he told me quietly. “I promise.”
I didn’t need his promise, I was going to save myself. I was going to get out of here, and I would come back with a truckload of weapons, and I was going to show them exactly what they had turned me into.