Page 67 of Scarred in Silence
“The whole thing or just the important parts?”
“The important parts. I’ll tell you if I need you to elaborate.”
I take a deep breath.
“I was at Varek’s. I only slept there one night, and he tried to come onto me, and I rejected him. Then he didn’t give me dinner. After that, Nicolette came in and three men. They held me down and took me to a cell.”
“Why did she do that? Any reason?” He asks.
“She wanted to get back at me because I am Evelyn’s best friend. Evelyn killed Lacey.”
“Got it. Continue.”
“Once I was in the other cell, Varek chased me, I tried to escape them, I passed out and woke up in a new room, strapped to a bed. Instead of Varek, Miles was there. He raped me while I was tied down to a bed. He also told me that he was in Club Muse and gave Evelyn a card. He said he helped burn down Evelyn’s mother’s house… Then I ended up in a different room where Nicolette cut and colored my hair. After that, she took me to the Club Muse in Utah to be sold into sex trafficking. They held an auction, and Nicolette threatened me that if I didn’t go, she would make sure Miles won me.”
My jaw throbs as I try to tell him everything I remember.
“After I was sold—”
“How much did he pay for you?”
“Ninety thousand.”
He nods.
“Continue,” he says dryly.
“Then I was at Victor’s. He was being nice to me, and I was planning to run, but—”
“But what?” He shifts in his seat to standing. Crossing his arms as he looks down at me.
“But he reminded me of you…”
Lucien’s face morphs into disgust.
“You think that sleazy prick is anything like me? HUH. DO YOU?” He screams.
My ears ring.
“No… He proved me wrong…”
“Yeah, I bet he did…. Continue.”
“I laid down on the table…”
“Why?”
My stomach twists into knots admitting this to him, but I know he wants to know the truth.
“He was going to show me what his tastes involved…”
“You fucking…. You fucking whore…”
Heturns, pacing the living room.
“Fucking go on. Finish it already,” he demands.
“I tried to run when I realized I made a mistake, but… but…,” I choke on my tears as they spill over my lashes.
