Page 267 of Hate to Love You
“How sad,” I mutter sarcastically.
“I was set adrift in an empty void. And I accepted that life, for many years, until I saw an opportunity and decided to fill it,” she says, shrugging arrogantly. “Do you want to know what I do?”
“Not as much as you apparently want to tell me,” I whisper through gritted teeth.
She walks forward, stopping directly in front of me as her wild unhinged laughter echoes off the walls. She brushes a strand of hair from my face, following the line of my jaw until her fingertip is under my chin and pushes upwards, leaving my neck completely exposed.
I glare down my nose at her.
“I find the women,” she whispers seductively. “The lonely ones, with no friends, no family. The girls that no one will miss. Like Clarissa here.”
She releases me, and walks over to a beautiful blonde woman standing like a statue by the door. Her hair and makeup are perfect, her only clothing being a lace bra and panties. Her arms are crossed behind her back, red lips pressed together, and her blue eyes staring listlessly at nothing.
Polina runs her fingers through the unmoving woman’s hair, before trailing them down her breasts and stomach, touching her as if she is her personal property.
“It’s a process. It takes time. But after I’ve broken them, and trained them, I sell them to men who want them.”
“Want them for what?” I hiss, my heart racing as she turns and walks back toward me.
“For whatever. Maybe they just want a good fuck. Or maybe want a wife who doesn’t talk back,” she leans in and snickers darkly. “That’s what all the girls hope for.”
She steps back, placing her hand on the metal table behind her.
“But you know men,” she shrugs with a disaffected sigh. “Most of them just want a hole to fuck, whenever they want, however they want. Or something they can take their frustrations out on. But you know all about that don’t you, Abigail?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say defiantly.
“Sure you do!” She says excitedly. “After all, your husband spent all those years training you to be the perfect woman. Silent and submissive.”
She glares at me, narrowing her eyes with a wicked smile.
“Where do you think he learned it from?”
My jaw drops, my stomach sinking through the floor.
What the fuck?!
I say nothing, refusing to look at her.
“Did you know he sold you to me?” Polina coos viciously. “For a decent penny too. Of course, you were younger back then.”
“No,” I mutter, shaking my head, my stomach twisting.
“I’d already given him a downpayment for you. But then he died, and you disappeared, and I thought I’d just lost my investment.” She says with a shrug. “Happens sometimes. Not all the girls make it, I’m afraid.”
Garrett sold me? To her?!
The thought makes me nauseous. The idea that all of his abuse and brainwashing hadn’t just been a result of his narcissistic sadism…it had been intentional.
“...But then out of the blue, you just happen to show back up as my brother’s secretary!” Polina laughs. “Took me a minute to recognize you, after all, your appearance had changed so much from that frumpy girl Garrett Adams had shown me. But what a lucky coincidence. I guess life is just funny sometimes.”
Jesus fucking Christ. This bitch is a monster.
“You’re sick,” I say, biting my lip hard, wanting nothing more than to break these restraints and put my thumbs through Polina’s eye sockets.
“You know, Abigail,” she teases. “You’ve gone quite pale. Are you feeling alright?”
“I’d feel a lot better if you’d untie me,” I snap sarcastically. “Or at least kill me so I don’t have to listen to your mouth talking anymore.”