ya'

I bought you. I fu

at up from my curled-up position and looke

my voice barely

're mine now," he said, his vo

so lost in the moment, thinking that he had bought me to save me

ng with each word. "I thought you bought me t

ning. "I bought you. I could have let you go, let them do whatev

cracking. "Why would you do

to. I wanted to see what you were like. I w

my chest. It felt like he was playing

mere whisper. "Take me home. I d

don't have a home. Not anymore. Your new

y voice choked with tea

ay eyes now dark and unreadable. I felt like I

because I could no longer hold them back just lik

e was so cold, so indifferent. It was like I was just another obj

t ready," he said, his voice a low growl

him, my body sha

ng. "Please, don't make me do

erheard what I was saying to the man who bought me. "You don't have

" I sobbed, my tears falling f

, his voice a cruel whispe

with the man who bought me. He didn't say a word, just watched

s from mine. I flinched away, but he didn't move. His eyes were still dark and unread

voice low and husky. "Why do

could feel his breath on my skin. It was intoxicating. But I coul

" I said, my voice tremblin

e seemed to be thinking. He leane

owly, his lips forming a small s

d raced, trying to figure out why he thought my name sounded fa

I asked, my voic

ntinued to stare at me, h

st," I choked out, tears streaming down my face.

re a virgin, just like the auctioneer had assu

gaze. "I'm nineteen," I mumbl

nce of the room. "Go inside the house, clean up and have somet

r. He watched me go, his eyes following my every move. I felt

ashing away the grime and dirt of the past twenty-four hours. As I stood t

lt towards him. I knew it was crazy, but I found myself wanting him

d. It was a crazy idea, a despe

before us, he spoke. "Look, Amaya," he said, his voice serious. "I'm n

y heart pounding in my chest, "That way

"Who are you to make demands?" he a

rt. I had never felt so re

d, my voice barely audible. "He's powerfu

face. "Dangerous, you say?" he murm