My hands shivered as soon as he touched my thigh, and I stood straight, scared. They both looked at each other, confused. The woman who accompanied them walked to the door, ignoring us.
"Where are you going?" One of them asked.
"To take help from Mr. Wolfe. My pussy is throbbing." Then her gaze fell on me, and a smirk appeared on her lips as she said, "Enjoy with this new woman."
She didn't wait for their reply and walked away. My nervousness increased, and I walked to the sofa, distancing myself from them.
Immediately, they came towards me, saying, "It's rude of you to do this. Don't make us angry. Cooperate."
"I don't have any obligation to do what you say."
I tried to leave the room, but one of them dragged me back, grabbing my wrist. I looked at them startled, and my fear multiplied.
One of them pushed me to the sofa and held my chin fiercely, saying, "Who do you think you are? Everyone knows Keiran has no partner or lover. You are a slave who serves him every night, aren't you?"
Tears filled my eyes at his words. It hurt me so much that I felt invisible daggers going through my chest.
"You entered our circle. It means your body is not yours anymore." The other person shouted, bringing me back the memories of every night I spent with Mr. Wolfe.
He was right. Nothing belonged to me, including my body. Everything of mine already became someone else's. I kept telling myself that there was a certain part of me still left inside, but there was nothing.
"If you are new, let me tell you. We all share slaves. You saw Sasha, right? She is owned by me, but she serves all my friends. You should be doing the same."
Sasha accepted the fact, and it was time I had to accept that we were only slaves to people like them. The only thing we needed to do was nod our heads to their every request.
Then they pushed me on the sofa, and one of them straddled over me while the other stroked my thighs. The person straddling over me pulled my dress straps, revealing my breasts. There was nothing but lust in his eyes, which disgusted me.
The other person lifted my dress up from my legs and touched my panties. I never felt such disgust when I was with Mr. Wolfe. I was used to praying for Mr. Wolfe's disappearance, but for the first time I wanted him to come and save me. I wanted him to say the words "exclusive property," which I hated the most. But I knew better. I was just like Sasha.
Sasha went to have sex with Mr. Wolfe so he'd not mind them raping me.
Just when I lost hope, a heavy sound echoed in the room, and the blood of the person who straddled over me splattered on my face, which perplexed me.
"How fucking dare you!" The gun was still in Mr. Wolfe's hands while the person who was shot in his shoulder cried out in pain.
In an instant, I sat straight, adjusting my dress, and a gasp escaped my mouth as my gaze fell on Mr. Wolfe.
"K! What's wrong?" The other person tried to calm him down despite his fear, but Mr. Wolfe didn't give him the chance to speak and shot him in his leg.
A loud scream escaped my mouth as I witnessed it. I was beyond scared to see an actual monster who could shoot people freely.
In just a few moments, Mr. Wolfe's security entered the room and took both of them away, leaving us both alone.
My legs trembled as I kept my gaze on the gun. I stammered, "You… you shot them. Your men can't just drag them like that. They might need proper treatment…"
"How could you?" He pointed his gun at me, which only left me frightened. My heart thumped in my chest, and I stepped back while my tears rolled down my eyes in fear.
He threw the gun aside and pushed me to the wall, holding my hands on either side. "Why didn't you stop them? Why didn't you tell them you belonged to me? Only me."
My cries grew louder as he yelled at me. No word came out of my mouth, and I kept crying.
"I am fucking asking you." He hit the wall beside my head, which made me flinch.
"Because Sasha wouldn't do that." I replied.
"What?" He looked at me, confused.
My body, mind, and everything were so exhausted. I didn't think about the next things that might happen, and I said, "Because I am just a sex slave. A slave that people like you share among themselves."
With all my strength, I pushed him away, distancing myself from him. I shouted, "I am nothing but an object who fulfills your needs. I am just a slut who can't talk back to people like you. I thought you'd want me to share with them…"
"How fucking dumb you are!" He shouted. Holding my forearm, he pulled me towards him and shouted, "I am not sharing you with anyone. Get this into your thick skull. There's a reason the exclusivity clause was added to the contract. I don't fucking want to share you with anyone."
The tone was as assuring as haunting. He made it clear. I was "His" slave.
"Right. Your exclusive slave." I said while my entire body shivered visibly.
He clenched his jaw for a second, but then he noticed my shivering state. I noticed his darkened eyes softened a little. As he brought his fingers closer to my face, I quickly took a step back, scared.
He scoffed at my reaction and said, "There's blood on your face."
I wiped it with my knuckles without breaking my gaze on him.
"Let's go."
Even though his words were commanding, the gesture seemed so warm. He extended his arm at me gently, expecting me to hold his hand. If there was any other person, they would've held his hand, smiling, thinking it was just a warm gesture, but I held his hand out of fear and made my steps out of the room, realizing he was not a simple businessman. But someone with a gun. Someone who people like me should never mess with.