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eyes. “That’s not going to
happen, Jake.”
    His brows furrowed, and he looked at her as if she was
speaking a language he didn’t understand. “I was only going to take you away
from here, but you couldn’t leave your friends behind.”
    “You’re not going to take me away from here, either.”
    “But I was designed for you. To make things right for you.”
    She dropped her hands to her sides and sighed. How was she
going to explain herself to someone who’d only become human a few hours before?
He called her a treasure. How little he understood. She might have been a
treasure at some point, but things had gone downhill from there to the point
where she didn’t deserve anything more than she had right now. None of the
others were much better, and none of them would have the slightest interest in
getting away from here, either. Maybe if he stuck around The Pit long enough,
he’d understand. That, in itself, was a sad prospect -- someone as remarkable
as Jake coming to comprehend someone as loathsome as Dagger.
    She took a breath. “None of us are going to leave here
because we need Dagger.”
    “You need his money.”
    “Yes, that, but there’s more. We take our identity from
him.”
    “What kind of life is that?” he asked.
    She’d asked herself the same thing over and over. She’d even
asked a few of the others over the years. They’d all clammed up, as if the mere
question threatened them somehow. Finally, she’d given up asking questions and
let herself be what she’d become -- Dagger’s bookings manager and sometime
fuck.
    “I can make things better for you, Schatzie ,” Jake
said.
    “It isn’t that simple.”
    He lifted his hand and stroked her cheek. “I don’t
understand.”
    “Leaving here isn’t something I can just up and do,” she
said. “I doubt I can do it at all.”
    “That doesn’t make sense.”
    “I belong in The Pit,” she said. “I’m part of it as much as
Dagger is.”
    “I don’t believe that,” he said.
    “Too bad. It’s true.”

 

     

     

    Chapter Three
     

    Dagger’s compound never got completely quiet, even in the
dead of night. For all of Jake’s past nights here, sounds had penetrated into
his garage sometimes, but nothing like what he encountered when he slipped into
the main house in search of Lauren’s bedroom.
    Raucous laughter came out of the dining room as he passed
by. He glanced in to find a half-dozen people sitting around the table by
candlelight. Five young men played cards, piles of money in front of them. Four
of them had half-empty beers at their elbows, and the fifth drank out of a
whiskey bottle.
    A woman sat on his knee, and by the motions of her arm and
shoulder, it appeared she’d found something very interesting in his lap.
Stroking his cock, no doubt, and the others concentrated on their game as if such
public intimacies occurred all the time. She only stopped to pick up a nearby
mirror and chop at a white powder with a razor blade.
    Lauren said they called this place The Pit. The name fit.
    None of them noticed him as he went by. They might not have
noticed if the house caught fire. He left them, headed toward the staircase to
the upper floor.
    Upstairs, he could sense Lauren. Like a faint scent on a
breeze or a dim melody at the back of his brain, Lauren’s presence came through
to him.
    His cock thickened and hardened, remembering how it had felt
to slide into her wetness. If one of the others found him now, they’d find him
naked and erect. He really ought to find some clothes before he spent any more
time around the others.
    As he walked quietly down the long hallway, Lauren’s
presence grew stronger. It wasn’t behind any of the doors that gave off a
strange, herbal smell or nasty laughter. Finally, at the end of the corridor,
he found her. He opened the door and stepped inside.
    One thick candle lit this room as well, so dim, it didn’t
reach into the corners. It flickered on a bedside table. Lauren lay