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by the door and made his way over to my cell. His expression was unreadable.
    My body stiffened as he unlocked my cell and opened the door and beckoned for me to come to him. I’d been left alone for what I assumed , based on the meal schedule, to be three days; why were they coming for me now? The auction? I cringed. I wasn’t ready to be sold, or taken somewhere else. The more I thought about Becca’s words on the first day the more they made sense. I was still alive and unhurt – currently. If I were sold, God only knew to whom and what my new owner would expect of me.
    “Slave 342. Stand and kneel,” he growled, his voice echoing menacingly throughout the room. I paused a moment; slave 342, was that who I was now? This was the first time I’d actually been called that. I chanced a look up and into his eyes. I saw impatience begin to flare up in his blue depths, which spurred my body into action. Rushing from the cot, I hurried to his feet and knelt, allowing him to hook the chain to my collar.
    I hated the collar. It chafed my neck. When I attempted to take it off on the first day Becca’s dark eyes went wide and she begged me to put it back on. Apparently removing the collar warranted punishment. I didn’t doubt her so I reluctantly put it back on.
    He bent and hooked the leash into my collar and gave it a tug. I rose to my feet and dutifully followed behind him, as two henchmen I had yet to see before took up the rear. Was I being sold? I shuddered. Why else the change? I was going to auction and being sold. At the top of the stairs instead of turning left in the direction of The Boss’s office we turned right.
    Stopping at a plain solid oak door, which was the norm for all the doors on this level, my Master opened the door and led me inside.
    “Stay outside and ensure no one disturbs us,” he ordered to the goons behind me, who quickly obeyed without question. Once they were gone and the door closed, he released his hold on my leash, walked to the door and locked it, then turned back to face me. “Look at me, slave.”
    I lifted my eyes to look into his. He frowned and stepped forward. Instinctively I took a couple of steps back, not noticing the twin-sized bed until it hit the back of my legs and I fell backward onto it.
    “Well, shit. Stop trying to get away. It won’t do you a lick of good aside from annoying me.” He approached me, bent over and undid my collar, removing it from my neck. I let out a sigh of relief; it was amazing how good something as simple as having your neck free from the leather contraption could feel. I rolled my neck back and forth as I sat up on the bed and inched my way backward until my back was flush against the cool wooden wall.
    I remained quiet as I watched him walk over to the far corner of the room. It was then that I noticed a video camera aimed at the bed. My Master reached up and flicked a switch. The green light at the top of the camera died out.
    He turned back to me and I allowed myself a moment to examine him as he proceeded back across the room toward me. It struck me again how handsome he was. His faded blue jeans were worn hanging low on his hips and his blue t-shirt, which matched his blue eyes to perfection, clung to his muscular chest and torso.
    “I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Lance.” He shrugged. “In here anyhow.” He nodded his head toward the door. “Out there, I’m Master like everyone else.”
    My brow knitted as I stared at him. This was unexpected and confusing. Why was I allowed the liberty of calling him by name in here?
    “Why are you doing this?” The question I swore to myself I’d never ask any of them spilled from my lips.
    Grabbing a wooden chair that was at the foot of the bed, he pulled it over to the side of the bed, turned it so the back was facing me and straddled it, folding his arms across the back. He clucked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth and by his expression I could see he was considering my