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I sit relaxed in my black leather love seat, a thick velvet magenta robe covering most of my broad hairy torso, one foot resting comfortably on my other knee. I scratch my aging bearded jawline, disturbing the coarse salt and pepper hair sprouting from my pointed chin. Whiskey drowning a couple ice cubes, floating patiently in a crystal tumbler clutched by my fingertips, dangle atop the armrest as I lounge rueful here in my living room. Rich chocolate mahogonay cover the floors and walls, encasing a marble fireplace in one wall, while a large automated sliding glass door stands at your back, revealing a secluded mountain view, and a large waterfall pool surrounded by glass on one side and concrete on the others.
All I can really do is stare at you, glaring stone faced and a little weary from wracking my brain at the predicament I put the both of us in. It was a snap judgement that brought us together. You were simply a girl looking for a better life in a new city, having only been in the area two weeks, before being stolen and forgotten about. I'm just a guy who happened to know a guy, and also has enough money lying around to buy your "freedom".
The sane, sensible part of me thought about releasing you back into the "wild" in a sense. My moral compass has always pointed north adjacent, save for some risky financial moves in my early twenties, but the thrill of molding you and seeing where this little fantasy might take us got the better of me. It was only natural for my own dark monster, pawing for a chance to bare it's teeth, to call the shot. So here you sit.
A little broken, but still beautiful.
Angry.
Scared.
Maybe a little drug weary.
I don't know what cocktail they put in you, but as you sit cross legged and hunched over in the skimpy pink dress and heels I collected you in, all I can really think about is 'how much of a monster can I really be?'
In an attempt to both break the silence and offer a lifeline, I speak up in a deep rumble "Are you hungry?"
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