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“Oh, don’t cry, baby. We only have one night left together. I want to make it count. So does Dmitri.” He chuckles as he rubs his hard-on against me.

I spit in his face. “Fuck you.”

Nikolai’s palm comes down across my cheek. “That is exactly what we are going to do. After tomorrow, you are going to be someone else’s problem, and maybe then you will realize that you had it good with me. That I was a good owner. You could be sold to some crazy man who likes his women to fuck animals.”

“I would rather fuck an animal than you.” I spit in his face again, which makes him explode and he slaps me across the face.

“I can be an animal if you want. I can fucking ruin you.”

“Do it, kill me, fucking kill me!” I scream at him.

“Nothing would satisfy me more, but I would rather see you sold and any hope of you ever going home to your lovers gone.”

I don’t want to show him my emotions, but I don’t catch my sob in time.

“How could I ever forgive you for leaving me?”

Slap.

“I thought you loved me, Zoe? But you left me.”

Slap.

“I fucking loved you, first woman I ever fucking loved, and you ran.”

Slap.

My head is feeling fuzzy.

“Loyalty, Zoe, loyalty is the most important thing to me, and you disrespected me by escaping.”

Slap.

“You should be dead.”

Slap.

“Then to find out you’re alive and fucking those assholes, you chose those two over me.”

Slap.

I can feel the darkness clouding my mind. Please let it be over, please let him kill me. I don’t want to be sold. I don’t want to live anymore.

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ZOE

When I wake up, I’m alone and naked in bed. My cheeks feel swollen, and my throat is dry.

“Get the fuck up, whore.” Dmitri rushes into the room and grabs me hard by the arm. “I honestly don’t understand why Nikolai is so fucking hung up on you. Your pussy isn’t made of gold. But you are great at head, so maybe that’s it. If you were mine, you would have been dead by now,” he says coldly. “Time to get ready and look pretty for your new master.” He pulls me from the bedroom and down the corridor till he reaches my room. Opening the door, he shoves me hard into it. “Better cover up those bruises—no one likes damaged merchandise.”

And with that, he slams the door shut.

I crumple into a sobbing, messy heap. Why am I still alive, living this nightmare? I hear a door open, and someone quietly walks along the floor, but I’m too tired to even care. I flinch when they touch me.

“Oh shit, Sapphire.” It’s Citrine. “What have they done to you?”

I can’t lift my head to look at her, I just sob.

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