Page 81 of Savage Desires
“Politian is a toss-up, really. There’s Senator Thomas and Police Commissioner Bassard. If I had to pick the worst of the two it would be Bassard. He’s more than a little violent. He always has to pay extra for damaging the merchandise. I was out for a week afterwards. He broke another girl’s arm in two places. The next day they disposed of her.”
“Name?” Hera barks.
“Lisette. She was sixteen. Honestly, whatever was done to her before she came to Mecca broke her. Death was probably a mercy.” I hate saying it, but it’s the truth. Sometimes in that life death is a better option. Not everyone can withstand the rapes and torture.
Hera looks feral. I have a feeling Bassard is going to have a really bad day sometime soon. I wonder if Hera will take me with her. I’d love to see the show, maybe get a couple hits in too.
“What about the senator?” she asks.
I shrug. “He’s not as violent but does his best to break the girls’ minds. It’s almost worse than being beaten. One of the others that Kisten saved with me was practically catatonic after a couple hours with him. Reghan was never quite the same after that.”
“They need to die,” Hera says like it’s been decided, and they might as well already be six feet under.
“Yes, they do. Painfully. I’ve dreamed of killing them. All of them. I remember them all. I would become the most prolific serial killer the world has ever seen if I murdered all of them. It’s tempting. Too bad I don’t know all their names. Not all of them bragged about how important they are.”
“If you’re going to do something you should always strive to be the best,” Hera says like it’s perfectly reasonable to become the best serial killer. “Who’s the celebrity?”
“Paxton Loust.”
“The actor?”
“Yep. He’s not one of the worst. There were more unremarkable men that were way worse, but he’s the most famous celebrity. He brags about all his awards and how much money he earns and how he could buy his own slave, but he likes variety. Pretty sure the only reason he goes to Mecca and not just a high-class prostitute is because prostitutes can be bought, and slaves have zero freedom.”
Hera rolls her eyes. “Boring.”
I almost laugh at her assessment. I suppose compared to others he is pretty boring and mostly benign as far as someone who pays to fuck an unwilling sex slave.
Kisten walks into the room and narrows his eyes at Hera. “Ever heard of personal space?”
I do laugh at that because she’s basically in my lap with how close she’s gotten as I talked. I’m surprised to find that I’m no longer concerned that Hera is going to murder me. In fact, I think I could be her friend under the right circumstances.
“Foods done. Come eat before it gets cold,” Kisten says.
Hera hops up and skips to the table.
“You okay, love?”
“Yep. All good.”
“What did she want to know?”
“She asked what it was like to be a sex slave.”
Kisten lets out a menacing sound and starts stomping towards the table where Hera is sitting. Of course she’s not on a chair, she’s sitting cross-legged on top of the table eating her pancakes with a knife.
“What the fuck, Hera!”
I grab his arm before he can do something crazy like attack the little psycho. “It’s fine. She’s probably going to kill three very bad men that deserve to die. I consider it an even trade.”
Hera laughs. “I like her. Did you know I gifted you with a little serial killer?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not a serial killer.”
“Yet, my darling. Stick with me and I’ll make all your dreams come true.”
Jesus. Fucking psycho.
Kisten takes a seat and I sit on his lap like normal. Hera makes a gagging sound when he feeds me a bite of bacon. I smirk. Without discussing it Kisten and I play up the lovey-dovey while we eat. He kisses away a drop of syrup from my bottom lip and I nip his fingers when he feeds me bacon.