Page 44 of Break Me
I’m on my way to bed, even knowing I won’t be able to fall asleep, when my phone rings and Mikhail’s name flashes on the screen.
“What?” I snap as I pick up.
“I need you to come down and fulfill an order on a girl.”
“It’s one in the morning; I’m on my way to bed. Tell the buyer I’ll do it in the morning.”
“He wants it done now.”
“Then tell him to get it done elsewhere. I’m not available.”
“It’s Dorin’s girl. I’d like to get her out of here as soon as possible. I don’t want to find out what he’ll do if he suddenly regrets his choice to sell her while the buyer is here.A disappearing customer is not good for business. It’s just four simple tattoos. You’ll even get extra profit. The buyer is eager to take her and will pay just about anything to get what he wants.”
“I’ll be there,” I say with a grunt and hang up. Then I pull on my jeans and a T-shirt and step into my boots.
On my way down the six flights of stairs to the dungeon, I realize this is my chance to make things right—to make sure my sub won’t hate me. So I decide to let her be at my side while I complete the order.
“What’s going on?” she asks with worry in her voice as I wake her in her cell.
“Dorin’s girl is getting sold. If you want to say goodbye, this is your only chance.”
She hurriedly sits up, blinking her eyes to chase away the drowsiness.
“Can I please talk to her?” she says as I hold the muzzle harness over her head.
“No,” I say and drag it into place.
Being the good little sub I’ve trained her to be, she doesn’t protest. But even obedient as she is, it bugs me that I’m doing this in the first place—that I’m acting out of concern for her feelings. I never do that down here.
Shoving the itchy feeling that has been nagging at me all day aside, I bring her to my office and make her kneel on a pillow by my desk.
“What do you want?” I ask the buyer, not even bothering to try and hide my irritation. He’s already here, and the girl is on my table.
He hands me a paper. “Four tattoos with these words. One on each arm”—he draws a finger along the upper side of her lower arm—“one on her stomach, and one on her back.”
I scoff as I unfold the piece of paper and read the two words.Zoltan’s whore.I’ve had lots of orders like these—men who want their new possession to never forget who they belong to. I get the sentiment, but the method is crude and uninspired. I can come up with ten more aesthetic and more effective methods in the blink of an eye. But it’s not my place to meddle. I’m just here to make them happy so they’ll feed the numbers in my account.
“The ones on her torso, do you want them regular or upside down? And do you want the one on her back mirrored?”
The idiot gives me an uncomprehending shake of his head. He’s so full of himself and his need for control that he hasn’t even thought his order through.
With a sigh, I place the piece of paper on her stomach, the bottom of the letters toward her pussy. “If I do it like this, she won’t be able to read them properly when looking down at herself, but they’ll look right to you.” I flip the paper one hundred and eighty degrees. “Like this, they’ll be upside-down to you, but she’ll be confronted with the words more easily. As for her back—I suppose you want her to read the words in the mirror. That will only work if I mirror the letters.”
His eyes light up with sadistic intent. “That’s brilliant. Mirror them on her back and upside-down on her stomach.”
I turn to prepare my tattoo gear. “You can go now. I have what I need. She’ll be ready for you in an hour or so.”
“I’m staying,” he says in a demanding voice.
“That’s an extra five grand,” I say as I push the needle into the gun. It’s a hell of a nuisance when they sit there, watching me work and shooting ridiculous derisions and words meant to scare at the girl on my table, making her tremble when I need her still. And tonight, I’m particularly annoyed at the idea of an audience. That’s why I ask for double the price I usually demand to allow a buyer to stay and watch.
“Fine,” the guy says.
I finish preparing the gun, then cast a look at my sub, saying, “Sit still.”
She nods obediently, but there’s worry in her eyes as she casts a quick glance at the blonde, and I wonder if bringing her here was a stupid decision. Especially with the buyer being here. Something about the whole situation bugs me more than usual. This guy needs to demonstrate power like he needs to breathe, and I can’t shake the feeling that he’s trouble. A grenade without a pin or something like that.
He interrupts my routine again as I lift the first strap to restrain the girl.