Chapter 4. Meeting Daisy

DEMITRI

I sit and look at her, fascinated that she is here. Partly because it breaks the fucking rules, but more that she is here. She looks wild, just caged.

Part of me wants to walk outside and find Dean, but my hands are tied. That contract can’t be changed, so she is his. Even if it is disgusting how he treats her. So I won’t, for her, I won’t. I stare at her, and her eyes are beautiful, huge and blue. How anyone can look at her and hurt her I won’t understand.

I should leave, every moment I spend here with her is another moment I want to break that Dean guy's jaw. Standing I smile at her.

“It was nice to meet you, Daisy.” I nod to her slightly and turn, as I reach the door I hear her quiet whimper and stop. “You’re crying?” I stand and look at her.

“It’s fine, just go.” She stands up and tries to look defiant yet she looks exhausted and like she needs sleep.

“Clearly it isn’t, you look disappointed.”

“I’m not disappointed Mr. Devil, I am merely exhausted and know what is to come once I leave.”

“Which is?” I step towards her.

“Me back at the house. Cooking for everyone, and then sitting in the corner while they eat, that will be my routine for a week. I’m not disappointed, I am happy that you haven’t touched me, that you treated me like a person. I’m just exhausted. Fed up with not being allowed to have feelings. ” Her body slumps forward slightly.

“Daisy.”

“Just go.” She stays looking at the floor, I step towards her.

“If I could get you out and save you I would, but I can’t.”

“I didn’t want to be saved.” She looks at me, and I can see she means that.

“Then what did you want?”

“I-I wanted you to touch me!” Her words are shouted, and I stand looking at her confused. “I don’t want to face another week where I cook and know I can’t even touch it. I would have been happy to though, had the guy yesterday decided to walk out before fucking me, I would have been happy. But I wanted you to.”

I look at her, I can’t do that.

“Daisy, I can’t fuck someone and pay them for it.” I come here to pass the time, to try to help a woman while I am here. I never fuck the women.

“It’s not for money though.” She looks at me and I laugh.

“It is, I have paid already.”

“You paid for sex with me, based on Dean forcing me to, you didn’t want that so you spoke to me. You paid me for the conversation.”

I smile at her, I did, I paid her for the conversation. Still, fucking her is wrong. “You wouldn’t want me to if you had a real choice, if you knew nothing bad would happen, you would let me walk out.”

“Had it been anyone else, I would have let them walk. Grateful that they didn’t touch me. I don’t want you to walk.”

“That may be so, but I can’t.” I can’t fuck her knowing he gets all the damn money.

“Then when you leave and when you eat. Remember I won’t be.”

I stare at her and step closer, my hand wrapping around her neck.

“Dirty, Dirty game, little bird.” I watch as her body shakes. “You’re playing dirty games, that could get you hurt,” I growl at her as I push her back.

“Maybe I want it! Maybe I am bored of the same shit every day! Maybe I just want to feel something!” She screams at me.

I stare at her, lost. I was expecting her to back down. To be scared, not to fucking scream at me! My eyes run across her body, perfect, even if she is thin. It is clear she isn’t given enough food. I groan slightly, I hate that they leave them in here in just lingerie.

“Believe me little bird, you don’t want his.” My eyes now focus on hers.

“You’re right, maybe I don’t. Maybe, you’re just like every other man who walks into the room to fuck me. Here for yourself, without a second thought for the woman.”

My hand tightens on her neck and I growl, a whimper escaping her lips. “If I didn’t give a second thought about you, your ass would be dead tonight after I ensure your owner is banned.” I can’t do that though.

“Do it then! At least I will be dead and not starved or beaten.”

Her words are fierce and fuck they hurt. I look at her. I thought she wanted this so she wouldn’t get in trouble, yet I can see the need in her eyes. Maybe it is wrong and I will regret it.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me! I’m happy for you to send me out of here without proof. Just fuck me.” I won’t do that, I won’t fuck her and then have her punished.

“I won’t fuck you like that. Why me?”

“Because you spoke to me. Made me feel like a real person! You didn’t just look at me as an object to fuck and share with your friends.”

My head tilts. “Friends?” Why would she say and share with your friends?

“Yes, friends. Sometimes I am sold to parties, for the night. There were no limits to how many could use and touch me. Only that it is specified when booking me.”

My heart cracks. “And even through that, you got no pleasure?” How is that possible?

“No, I do what I need to. I may be here in person, but in my mind, I go somewhere else. I ignore everything. I learnt quickly how to ignore it because I hated it.”

“You only hated it because you detached yourself. You told yourself it would be awful.”

“No, I hated it because I had no choice!”

“And now you do?” I look into her eyes and watch as she nods. Maybe this is fucked up, but I want to touch her. I move forward and kiss her. My hand still gripped around her neck as I do. Small whimpers escaped her mouth.

I move my hand from her neck and grasp her hair, pulling her head back my mouth kisses up to her ear.

“I won’t just fuck you. Strip.” I step back and watch as she unclicks the bra before throwing it to the floor, and then sliding down the thong. She stands facing me and I close my eyes. If I do this, I can never go back. I glance towards the time; I don’t have time. It has been an hour already.

“Kneel and wait for me to return.” I turn and walk out, as I get to the main room, I see another row of women there. My eyes look around and I see him, Dean. He is looking pissed off, maybe because I have come out looking like I went in?