“Why did you bring me here? Let me go. I’ll give you everything.”
“Too many words. You have to be silent, naked, and obedient. I’ve been waiting for so long to get inside you.”
“I was told I would just be playing,” I cower against the wall.
“Here I decide who does what.”
“And what do you want?”
“You,” his burning gaze pierced me. “Are you ready to play the piano naked five hundred working days to pay off your father’s debt?”
“No.”
“I’ll reduce the term to forty-five days.” Five hundred thousand for the “virginity” as a gift for my birthday, and every new day that you manage to keep my attention—one hundred more.” You have no choice. Either I become your patron, or you’ll continue paying off the debt in a brothel.
They kidnapped me—b**ggits—right from my parents’ wake.
My father owed them.
And now I have to work off his debt by playing the piano in whatever my mother gave birth to me in.
But He wanted me.
The one everyone fears.
The one who holds human lives in his hands.
And now he wants to play.
With me.
His favorite toy.