Chapter 18
Jordy
I stand naked on the carpet of the large bedroom. Augustine paces around me. I haven’t said anything since he grabbed me in front of the trailer and shoved me into the trunk of a car. I expected him to take me to the club or back into the green room, but not here.
“Welcome home,” he said as he dragged me up the walk to the house where he kept me. I bite my tongue to keep from correcting him. This was never my true home.
“Jordy,” he croons now, running a finger along the back of my neck. His nail cuts me but I don’t flinch. “You’ve been a bad slave.”
I’m not your slave. I don’t belong to you anymore.
“What a merry little chase you and your teddy bear led me on. I must say, I’m almost impressed.”
I say nothing. My fists clench against my legs. I will not bow. I will
