Mine

Less - 12

By the time Baldie came back, I’d fallen fast asleep on my beautiful bed. I can hardly believe I’m being given all of this simply because my body is desirable by disgusting men who do bad things.

The one thing I didn’t do last night was look at my bathroom, and I’m not surprised it matches the aesthetic perfectly. Heated floors and a claw foot tub. A shower with so many spouts, I actually could drown myself.

When I’m cleaner than I think I’ve ever been in my life, I make my way back to the living room. Baldie left the burger box in the fridge and the shake in the freezer. I decide, f**k it, as I heat it up, taking a huge spoonful of the shake into my mouth.

There are various other packages and bags on the couch and table. Pawing them open, I squeal in delight as I find all varieties of sexy lingerie and shoes. There are regular clothes too, but they’re nothing compared to the lingerie. I start placing aside the ones I’ve decided are for Tate’s eyes only, when suddenly there’s a knock at the door.

Baldie stands there with a tray, looking impatient.

“Morning to you, too,” I mumble as he ruins my mood.

“I’m exhausted. I didn’t think my first day with you, I’d be late-night shopping.” He grunts.

“What time is it now?”

He checks his gold watch, sighing as he does.

“Ten. You’re on at two. You like the outfits?” He asks, unboxing food.

It feels wrong discussing the lingerie with him, so I refrain. I’m here for one man, and one man only.

“Already? I didn’t realize I was working today, I would have gotten up earlier. “

“The boss wants to see each of you. What you can do. Pick your name, pick your aesthetic. He will need a list of what you’ve done and not done. Limits," He pauses and look at me, "Don’t expect him to respect your limits."

“Why not?”

Baldie doesn’t answer as his mixing of some eggs becomes more and more violent.

“I think they’re mixed.”

He looks down at the scrambles that have now become almost liquid again.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, cleaning his mess.

“Sorry to have asked, I guess. Anything I should know?”

“No. Hiram is unpredictable and you’d do well to keep your smart-ass mouth to yourself around him. Becoming his personal girl toy won’t make you any happier here.”

“Whatever. This is the nicest place I’ve been in since being sold. I’m not afraid. I just want to know what my chances of being sold out of here are.”

“Whether you mean that because you want to go or want to stay, I wouldn’t voice those either. But, no. You’re not going to leave here any time soon. You belong to The Order now.”

“And what is The Order, exactly?” I ask raising a brow. I know I'm pushing my limit.

He feathers his jaw as he sorts through some of the clothes. I try not to visibly cringe when he moves the lingerie I’d sat aside for Tate.

“The less you know about it, the better.”

“That’s the name I want. Less.”

He eyes me.

“I didn’t make your other lists, but that’s my name.”

“I know, you’ve said it before. It’s less than sexy.” He tries his hand at a joke.

I deadpan, not amused by his demeanor.

“Blade.”

I stare.

“What’s blade?”

“My name."

I can’t help the laugh that overtakes me. I laugh until it hurts.

“Be ready by one thirty.” He says, slamming the door behind him, but not before I caught a glimpse of a smile.