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disappeared through an archway. “Juanita will bring some refreshments. Girls,” he said, turning around, “it’s time to go to bed.”
The women, who had all been sitting on the floor, stood silently and left the room, beaming at the men as they left, especially Nathan. He watched them leave with a fondness in his eyes and didn’t move until they were gone. A few of the men left, as well, but several remained. I wondered at this man who had sex slaves but was apparently so well-liked they looked at him with such affection. Why did he have them? What did he do with them? How many men lived here with him?
“Please, sit,” Nathan said, walking back to his seat and motioning to the chair next to him. I assumed he meant Jason and didn’t move.
Jason went to sit in the smaller leather chair next to Nathan. I saw a slight smile on his face as he sat. It must have been comfortable.
Mark and Nathan exchanged looks and then Nathan motioned to me. “Come sit by me, Kyra,” he said, his voice soft, as if speaking to a scared kitten.
It wasn’t far from the truth. I started walking slowly over to him, the rug tickling my feet, and he motioned to the floor where the woman had been sitting when they came in. My brows came together in confusion. He wanted me to sit on the floor? Why?
“Kyra,” he said. “My girls don’t sit on the furniture unless they are invited to do so. You’ll get used to sitting on the floor. I make sure there are comfortable rugs wherever you may need to sit. Unless you anger me.” The last words were slightly lower, as if a warning.
I quickly moved across the room, not wanting to anger him, and settled on the floor cross legged, which was how I normally sat on the floor.
Nathan frowned. “Are you five years old?” he asked in a sharp tone. “Sit on your heels, back straight, hands on your thighs, eyes on the floor unless I tell you otherwise.”
Tears burned my eyes at his sharp tone and I quickly moved into the position he had instructed.
He stroked the hair on top of my head. “Good girl,” he said, his warm hand lingering for a moment. Then it was gone.
The men talked around me and I sat, bored, staring at the floor. The design in the rug was interesting and I followed it with my eyes until Nathan tapped me on the head. “Eyes on the ground, Kitten.”
Kitten? Something about the nickname warmed me and I shook my head slightly. This was a bad man. He sold guns and bombs to people—something learning as I sat next to him. He worked with drug lords from Colombia.
“Do you like chocolate, Kitten?” Nathan asked at one point, putting his hand on my head and pulling back slightly, making me think he wanted me to look up at him.
I looked up and nodded. He smiled warmly. “Open your mouth.”
I did so and he popped some sort of chocolate heaven in my mouth. It melted and I couldn’t help but let out a little moan, which made him chuckle. “That is from a nearby cacao plantation. Delicious, isn’t it?”
I nodded and gave him a grateful look. “Thank you.”
His brow twitched slightly. “Would you like another?”
“Yes, please.”
“Open.” I opened my mouth and he put another piece in my mouth and then petted my hair. “Good girl,” he said softly.
I saw Mark watching the exchange, his face impassive, though I thought there was a hint of… satisfaction in his eyes.
I glanced up at Jason and met his gaze.
“No!” Nathan exclaimed suddenly and slapped my face.
I fell to my hip and put my hand on my cheek where he had hit me. Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at him, bewildered. What did I do?
“When you are sitting at a man’s feet, your attention is to be solely on him. You do not look at anyone except him. Do you understand?”
I nodded and looked down at the ground.
“When you answer me, you say ‘yes, Patrón’ or ‘no, Patrón.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, Patrón,” I responded automatically, rubbing my cheek.
He petted my hair a few
The women, who had all been sitting on the floor, stood silently and left the room, beaming at the men as they left, especially Nathan. He watched them leave with a fondness in his eyes and didn’t move until they were gone. A few of the men left, as well, but several remained. I wondered at this man who had sex slaves but was apparently so well-liked they looked at him with such affection. Why did he have them? What did he do with them? How many men lived here with him?
“Please, sit,” Nathan said, walking back to his seat and motioning to the chair next to him. I assumed he meant Jason and didn’t move.
Jason went to sit in the smaller leather chair next to Nathan. I saw a slight smile on his face as he sat. It must have been comfortable.
Mark and Nathan exchanged looks and then Nathan motioned to me. “Come sit by me, Kyra,” he said, his voice soft, as if speaking to a scared kitten.
It wasn’t far from the truth. I started walking slowly over to him, the rug tickling my feet, and he motioned to the floor where the woman had been sitting when they came in. My brows came together in confusion. He wanted me to sit on the floor? Why?
“Kyra,” he said. “My girls don’t sit on the furniture unless they are invited to do so. You’ll get used to sitting on the floor. I make sure there are comfortable rugs wherever you may need to sit. Unless you anger me.” The last words were slightly lower, as if a warning.
I quickly moved across the room, not wanting to anger him, and settled on the floor cross legged, which was how I normally sat on the floor.
Nathan frowned. “Are you five years old?” he asked in a sharp tone. “Sit on your heels, back straight, hands on your thighs, eyes on the floor unless I tell you otherwise.”
Tears burned my eyes at his sharp tone and I quickly moved into the position he had instructed.
He stroked the hair on top of my head. “Good girl,” he said, his warm hand lingering for a moment. Then it was gone.
The men talked around me and I sat, bored, staring at the floor. The design in the rug was interesting and I followed it with my eyes until Nathan tapped me on the head. “Eyes on the ground, Kitten.”
Kitten? Something about the nickname warmed me and I shook my head slightly. This was a bad man. He sold guns and bombs to people—something learning as I sat next to him. He worked with drug lords from Colombia.
“Do you like chocolate, Kitten?” Nathan asked at one point, putting his hand on my head and pulling back slightly, making me think he wanted me to look up at him.
I looked up and nodded. He smiled warmly. “Open your mouth.”
I did so and he popped some sort of chocolate heaven in my mouth. It melted and I couldn’t help but let out a little moan, which made him chuckle. “That is from a nearby cacao plantation. Delicious, isn’t it?”
I nodded and gave him a grateful look. “Thank you.”
His brow twitched slightly. “Would you like another?”
“Yes, please.”
“Open.” I opened my mouth and he put another piece in my mouth and then petted my hair. “Good girl,” he said softly.
I saw Mark watching the exchange, his face impassive, though I thought there was a hint of… satisfaction in his eyes.
I glanced up at Jason and met his gaze.
“No!” Nathan exclaimed suddenly and slapped my face.
I fell to my hip and put my hand on my cheek where he had hit me. Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at him, bewildered. What did I do?
“When you are sitting at a man’s feet, your attention is to be solely on him. You do not look at anyone except him. Do you understand?”
I nodded and looked down at the ground.
“When you answer me, you say ‘yes, Patrón’ or ‘no, Patrón.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, Patrón,” I responded automatically, rubbing my cheek.
He petted my hair a few
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