Chapter 83

I can’t hold the swirl of nausea or the light-headed sway that passes over me, but I keep my ground and raise my brows with a tight smile. I won’t show him I care.

I won’t care. Not anymore.

There aren’t many, a lot less than I expected to be honest, and I throw a stern ‘you better not be lying’ around the room and scratch out one more near the front. Even so, it’s a dire and low number for what I expected, and it won’t be hard to replace these women soon. The faces are pale, worried, regretting their weakness, and everyone is glancing nervously from me to him with a shocked ‘are they a thing?’ look.

I feel nothing but that twinge of ache coming back tenfold as I look at the array of women before me. All mousy types with severe ‘yes sir’ complexes, and one or two are professional submissives. Not one of them is anything like me in looks or demeanour. He likes the good little obedient ones who don’t stand out too much for being stunning either. I guess they are the