Page 17 of Stolen Choices
“Yes. Weston didn’t consider her to be a suitable woman to sell. I’m sorry, Katia. He killed your mother. He wanted to make your father realize the seriousness of the situation he had gotten himself into. Your father needed to understand that the only way to clear his debt was to give you to Weston.”
Katia placed her hand over her heart. Her mother…her poor mother had suffered so much. But at least she could take some comfort in the fact her parent had died and hadn’t been forced to stay here and suffer the same degrading treatment she had.
“Weston wanted me all along. This was never about paying off my father’s debts.”
“No. It was about Weston getting the prize he wanted. He won. When I brought your father to him today, Weston knew the only way to keep you was to kill the man who helped give life to you. I’m sorry. It was quick, if that’s any consolation.”
Katia allowed a single tear to tumble down her cheek. She’d hated her father.
“I’m afraid it doesn’t bother me much. I would have preferred his death to have been painful and long-drawn-out.”
She walked over to the bed and took a seat on it. She put her head in her hands and let more tears out. They weren’t for the death of her father—they weren’t even for the confirmed death of her mother. Katia had suspected that she’d died a long time ago. No, it was the fact she was worth so little to the people around her. She’d become a pawn in their game.
Katia took in a deep breath and buried her emotions. She couldn’t afford to show them. It would leave her broken. She raised her head. Jackson finally managed to get to his feet again, even if he was a little unstable on them. He weaved his way over to her and went to reach out to her but must have realized at the last minute she wouldn’t willingly touch him.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“I’m not going to stop trying, Katia. I’ll find another way to get you out of here.”
Katia nodded at him. But she knew he wouldn’t. There was only one way to escape and that was for the pair of them to fight their way out, but Jackson wouldn’t do that while under the influence of the spell and neither could she while she was also controlled by magic.
The door creaked open. Weston stood in the entrance way.
“I hope you plan on paying for her services, Mr. Gates.”
Jackson growled in his head. Katia heard it via their telepathic connection.
“I don’t plan on using her services, and you know that full well. I’ve no need to pay, but what you’re doing to her is wrong.”
The black panther stepped in front of her, blocking her view of Weston.
“I was informing her about her father and what you did to him. I’m surprised she’s not trying to rip your throat out, but then again, her father is probably better off dead.”
Katia couldn’t help but think there was a lot of truth in Jackson’s statement.
“She couldn’t attack me if she tried. Remember, the magic gives me complete control over her.”
“Control that I can overrule, if I choose.” Jackson took a menacing step forward, and Katia caught sight of Weston again.
“Bloody shifters, you all cause me so many problems. Why can’t you be as highly sexually charged as humans or even animals. All they ever seem to do is fuck. Maybe it would numb your brains and stop you all thinking so much about things like how to get out of this trap, or how to take over the world. My advice is to get your dick sucked once in a while. You might actually like it. Go on, Katia, why don’t you suck Jackson’s dick.” Weston smirked as the spell on her body took over. She got down on her knees in front of Jackson and reluctantly reached out to his pants, but he pushed her hand away.
“No.” He looked down at her, his brow furrowed in anger. He then winced as a shot of pain must have flashed through his head. “You can move.” Jackson mouthed to her before crumbling down to the ground again in pain.
She didn’t need another invitation, and the distraction Jackson created was perfect. She spun around, shifted into her tiger form in a matter of seconds, and sprang at Weston with her jaws wide open. There wasn’t enough time, though. She must have been too far across the room from Weston, or he suspected she would attack, because as she lunged for him, he shouted at her, “Human form. You can’t move.”
Her body shifted against her wishes, and she fell to the floor as a human where she remained without being able to move. Weston had frozen her body to the spot.
“I don’t think so, Miss Morgan. As I’ve told you before, you’re mine, and I’ll have my clients get their pleasure from your body for as long as I can. When you’re old and saggy, you’ll be made into dog food. That’s the only thing you’ll be good for by the time I’ve finished with you.” Weston bent over her as he spoke. His words were spat out with such fury she had saliva landing on her. “You’re mine, Katia. Mine to fuck in any way I wish.” Her tormentor started to pull her frozen body up from the floor. He punched his right fist into her face, and her head was knocked backwards.
From out of nowhere, Jackson lunged at Weston and sent his own punch into the man’s jaw. Alarms started sounding everywhere, and men came running in. All Katia could do was watch on as an irate Jackson was pulled off Weston and thrown out of the room.
Weston prowled closer to her again.
“Don’t get attached to him because no one can save you, you know.” The brothel owner licked his lips as he grabbed hold of her, and Katia fought back the emotions threatening to engulf her. She disappeared inside her head and thought of her friends at the Glacial Blood pack while Weston punished her body in the most degrading of ways.
Chapter Eleven