My breakfast and lunch are delicious. Michi is an excellent cook. I don’t know why Caspian doesn’t have him cook wherever Caspian stays when he isn’t here.
I hear shouting, and my heart does its usual freeze. I hear Caspian’s voice, but I also hear the faintness of a woman’s voice.
A woman?
That can’t be. Why would Caspian have a woman here?
He wouldn’t want to bring a date to see me. I glance at the large glass door out of the corner of my eye, and I can see Caspian standing in the living room as a woman sits on the couch.
What the hell?
I don’t move, afraid the couple might notice I’m outside. So far the pair seems to be locked in an argument.
I can’t hear the exact words they are saying to each other. But they are yelling.
I turn my head more fully to watch them, not caring if they notice I’m watching. They shouldn’t be here if they didn’t want me to snoop.
That’s when I get my first look at the woman. She’s wearing regular clothes. Jeans and a black T-shirt. But her face is puffy from crying. Her auburn hair is matted. And then I see the bruise on the back of her arm.
She was taken, just like me. I don’t know if Caspian saved her, the same as me, or if he was the one who stole her in the first place.
Could he not wait one more day to have me? Did he need a release today, and that’s why he stole this woman?
Oh, God. I can’t be responsible for Caspian hurting another woman. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m off my chair. I’m at the glass doors trying to listen to the conversation, but the doors are extra thick. I’d guess even bulletproof, and definitely soundproof.
Caspian grabs the woman’s arm over the bruise, and I wince, feeling the pain in my own arm. He starts pulling her down the hallway to the bedroom. I can’t let him rape her. I can’t.
I jerk the door open and shout. “Stop!”
Both of them freeze and stare at me. The woman’s eyes are huge, as she realizes Caspian has another woman here. She looks at me like I might be able to free her, but she doesn’t realize I am just as much a slave as she is.
Caspian looks at me with rage expanding from his eyes. It’s clear he forgot I was even here. And now that I’ve interrupted, he’s even more pissed.
“Stop? What are you going to do to make me stop?” Caspian asks, his voice void of any emotion.
“Please, don’t. You promised you wouldn’t hurt me for one month. My time isn’t up yet, and this would hurt me.” I don’t think this falls under the rules of our agreement, but I have to try.
He shakes his head. “That’s not how our deal works.”
I swallow hard, trying to push any fear down. “Please, don’t rape her.”
The woman’s eyes grow larger at my words. But Caspian holds up a hand to silence her. She goes silent, before a word can leave her gaping mouth.
“What does it matter to you if I raped this woman? I promised you a month, and you have one day left. This woman is nothing to you. If she satisfies me, you might even get longer than a month to be free of me.”
My eyes cut from Caspian to the woman. I see the fear I’ve felt too many times. And I see Caspian’s rage. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this pissed before. I’ve seen a similar look in Dante’s eyes. He will beat her within a second of life. Only then, when she has no fight left, will he use his cock to finish her. She will be dead by morning. At least her spirit will. Her body will follow quickly.
“Please?” I say in barely a whisper.
“Why should I?”
Caspian stares at me, not letting me have a moment alone with my thoughts. I can’t think. I will do anything to prevent him from hurting her. I can’t protect myself, but I can protect her.
“Rape me instead.”
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