I lost.
I won’t get my answers.
This was a one time deal; no way will Enzo give me this chance again to get the answers I seek. And now, because I was blinded by the need to understand why I endured punishment and pain for years, I’m his.
I traded one unknown master for this man.
I should be scared, terrified.
He could take me and sell me again. He could beat me, r**e me, kill me. He could do whatever unthinkable things he wants with me, and I couldn’t stop him. Enzo could have taken those things anyway, whether I won the game or not. But he didn’t have to resort to that. I offered myself up willingly, all so I could win a bet. And now I’ve lost everything.
No, I didn’t have anything left to lose. That’s why I could offer up everything.
Enzo devours me with his hungry glare.
