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pictured someone being shot, and Kurt whispering to him: “It’s all going to plan. This is okay.”
    “Yes, this place, and its role in The Trust — it’ll seem overwhelming at first, but once you get over that, you’ll see it for what it is.”
    “And that would be?”
    “Heaven on Earth, for men like you and me.”
    What the fuck?
    “So why did you ask the sexual stuff? Why does that matter?”
    Even as he asked the question, he wasn’t sure he was ready for the answer.
    “Because what happens here is highly sexual. And Breanna’s part of it.”
    “How is she part of it?”
    Kurt was silent a moment, his eyes narrowed. “She’s scheduled to be put up for a term.”
    “Care to explain what in God’s name that means?”
    Somehow, a part of him already knew. And though he screamed at himself inside, his cock came almost instantly to attention.
    “Breanna has agreed to be auctioned for a term of service. Every few months, the Trust holds auctions at various locations — and this one, my house, is the site for the North American region.”
    Derek felt like the wind had been knocked out of him, his lips moving like a landed fish, but words — and breath — seemed to fail him. “I … don’t — auction?”
    “Yes.”
    “Dude, are you fucking with me here? You’re talking about an actual auction? ”
    “Yes.” Kurt’s fingers drummed the worn wood of the tabletop. “I was planning on having you watch it, if you think you can handle it.”
    “Okay … an auction.” Derek squinted at his friend. “Women? Being sold? Like …”
    “Like animals. Yeah, I suppose that’s accurate.” Kurt’s voice grew quieter, more measured. ”Does that sound like something you’d be able to deal with?”
    “I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t severely fucked up.” Derek ran fingers through his hair. “But since I’m already halfway down the rabbit hole I may as well jump all the way in. I’m gonna need a lot more beer though.”
    “That’s the spirit,” Kurt said, smiling. “Beer first, then on with the show.”
    Kurt retrieved another couple of bottles, pressing one into Derek’s hand. “Just try to be cool, if you can. Might make the host look bad if you run screaming.”
    “Thanks, I’ll try to remember that.” Derek scooted his chair back, the legs screeching on the wood. He stood, tipping his beer bottle at Kurt. “Just get it over with, okay? Let’s go see what this is. Then I’ll know if it’s time to have my head examined.”
    Kurt gave him a crooked grin. “You won’t be wondering that. You’ll be kicking yourself, and wondering why I didn’t invite you here sooner.”
    As he followed Kurt out the front door, Derek considered for a fleeting moment if he shouldn’t just get the fuck out of there. Now.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    “T ime for the show, little fulana .”
    Lino.
    Lost in the blackness of her blindfold, she’d been so engrossed in the growing cacophony in the barn around her, that she hadn’t even noticed the door of her own stall opening. It seemed as if once the two strange men in the stall next door had finished, landing hearty slaps to the sniffling Simona’s hide, the place seemed to teem with people. In mere minutes, the barn filled with the sounds of footsteps on the floorboards, curses, growled male tones, slaps, feminine gasps — and the occasional sob — and the unmistakable sounds of leather striking flesh.
    She’d gained personal experience with it during her first visit to this very same place, and she knew without a doubt that she’d never forget the sound— or the pain.
    Lino’s hand stroked her cheek, fingertips brushing her earlobe. “I see the show poor Simona put on has affected you?” His fingers grabbed hold of a nipple through her blouse, twisting it cruelly. “Your turn will come soon — and then I think you won’t be so eager, yes?”
    His hands untied her bonds, the leash yanking upward. She rose,