Page 16 of Saved by Him

“Nobody. No one. Nobody. No one.” I shook my head. He couldn’t know about Jalen or Clay. If he knew, he’d stop them from coming for me.

“It doesn’t matter,” Serge said. “In the morning, we’re going to get you cleaned up. A shower. Soap. Shampoo. Does that sound good?”

“Yes.” I waited to hear what I would have to do for it. The colors whispered all sorts of nasty things, but I glared at them. I needed to hear it from him first. Besides, if he’d wanted to fuck me, he would’ve done it already. I wasn’t so out of it that I wouldn’t have noticed that.

“I’m going to lower your dosage in the morning,” he continued. “Big dose tonight, little one tomorrow. But you have to be good, or my employers will be even angrier at you than they already are.”

His employers. He’d talked about them before. He said that I’d pissed them off. But I didn’t know who he was talking about. Every time I asked, I didn’t get answers. I didn’t bother asking this time. It wouldn’t do any good.

“You will clean up nicely,” he said. “There will be makeup for you to cover bruises. No one will bid on you if they believe you are not controllable. Some men like to break their women themselves, but all want them malleable at purchase.”

Some part at the back of my brain sent off warning bells as Serge spoke, but as soon as I heard one word, I forgot it for the next. I could barely put together the fact that I was going to get to take a shower tomorrow, let alone what it was for. It was important, but I’d have to wait until the morning to start figuring it out. Why I’d be able to figure it out in the morning, I didn’t know, but something told me that I just needed to wait.

“Hold on,” Jalen whispered in my ear. “Just hold on a little longer.”

I wanted to tell him that I would, but the colors were too loud, their shouts drowning him out.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

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