8. LET ME

COLE

It was hard to tell her those things, hard to let her know that the world she had always known was about to take a wild turn. This was why I never bought any of the women from the auction. If I wanted a whore, I knew which bar/club to go to, I knew which phone call to make.

I did not need a helpless woman in my home, serving as a 'pet'.

This woman was tempting enough, to be truthful, with her lithe curves and doe eyes. Her smooth skin and creamy complexion added to how enchanting she was as well. She did not look like a mother, Aubrey.

Her eyes were large when she looked back up at me. She was crying, and my hands were stuffed into my pocket as I hoped she did not expect me to console or see reason with her in the slightest.

"Please…" She fell to her knees then and clapped her hands in front of each other, more tears staining her now rosy cheeks. "My daughter… She got admitted to some hospital and she needs surgery, I need to go see her, I need to… I need to beg the doctor to