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Johnson yanked on Jasmin’s hair and she bent herself backwards until her body was like an arch, forcing her to look up at Johnson.

“I will fucking show you what happens when you think you can play me for a fool. Luckily for you, I still got something I wanted out of the deal, or you would have ended up dead,” he told her in a cold voice. “Victor!” he shouted. The door opened, and a man came inside. Ava had a vague memory of him from her first evening as Zane’s pet. “Take her to the guests. Tonight, and only tonight, we have a special discount. The madame is free for all, only restriction is no permanent damage and no killing,” Johnson said, and pushed Jasmin towards Victor. Victor grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room. Ava could hear her objections getting weaker the further away he dragged her. Fear filled her. That could be her if Johnson wasn’t happy with her. But to make him happy… She tried to swear in her mind, but as always, it just sounded strange and felt wrong. She hated how weak she felt. Her body could barely keep itself upright. If she was to escape, she needed a good distraction at the right moment.

“Boss, should I get some women for you?” Jacob asked his father. Johnson looked at him.

“No, I want to sit here like a fucker in a whorehouse and pine away. Of fucking course you should get me women. And if you can keep from being a pussy about it, get one for yourself as well,” Johnson said, sitting down on the couch again.

“Yes, da… boss,” Jacob said, and left the room.

“If he wasn’t my son,” Johnson sighed. Then he looked down at Ava. Ava didn’t need to see him to know he was looking at her. The crawling sensation across her skin was enough. “You have been a good little pet today, not even getting riled up by that little scene,” he told her.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Master,” he corrected her, sounding irritated.

“Sorry,” she said.

“I want you to pay attention to what the girls are doing when they arrive. The girls here know what I like. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“For fuck’s sake, it’s master. How fucking blond can you be?” he shouted.

“Sorry,” Ava hurriedly said, secretly pleased at her tiny rebellion. Yes, it was foolish to tempt faith, but she needed something to be her decision. It didn’t take long for three women to walk into the room, followed by Jacob. Two of them walked straight over to Johnson, only giving Ava a quick look. They got onto the couch on either side of him and started rubbing their hands all over Johnson. They giggled and moaned as his hands grabbed at various parts of their body. Before long, one of them had worked open his fly and his cock sprang out. It was almost half the size of Zane’s, and Ava had to contain a snicker. Not to betray herself, she glanced over to the other end of the couch where Jacob was sitting with a woman in his lap. There was an aura of a lost dog about him as he whispered sweet nothings in the woman’s ear as he kneaded her ass.

“For fuck’s sake, Jacob!” Johnson grunted as one of the women was now sucking on his cock, the other one kissing his neck and chest.

“But dad, she so sweet,” Jacob objected.

“Jacob! She’s a fucking whore. You need to treat her like one. Until you learn this, there will be no more women for you,” Johnson decided. “You, get out.” The woman who had been sitting with Jacob sprang to her feet and scurried out of the room.

“Dad,” Jacob began.

“Shut the fuck up. You can watch me, just like the pet, and learn from how I do it.” Johnson went back to focusing on what the women were doing. Ava saw Johnson’s bodyguard focusing on the wall in front of him, probably sending his mind some place else. Ava wished she could do the same. Jacob was not watching his father, he was watching Ava. Which made her feel even more uncomfortable than she was with what was going on just inches away from her on the couch. No matter what Johnson had told her, Ava didn’t buy that he was into this vanilla sex. No one who enjoyed inflicting pain as much as he did would leave that out of his sex life. Ava had a nagging feeling she would find out if she hadn’t managed to get herself to safety before the end of the night. Johnson grunted his realise and both girls more or less jumped off the couch. Ava remembered how he had tossed Fatima to the side when he had finished. Maybe these girls had been subjected to the same treatment and now just got out of the way. “Jacob, why are you ogling the fucking pet? Do I need to give you another punishment before you get it into your head that you use women for your needs, whatever those may be, but you don’t fucking behave like a love crazed fool,” Johnson shouted. Ava thought he would have been a bit more relaxed after just coming, but obviously not. She tried to sit as still as she could, making herself as small as possible. Hoping that no one would pay her notice.

“Dad, I was only looking to see if she was obeying you,” Jacob whined.

“Fuck, how are you such a bad liar? But at least you are trying. Get a fucking grip. The pet is mine. No one will lay a hand on her until I get my fill. Then you can have your turn,” Johnson told his son.

“Yes, dad.” Well, at least there was no room for doubt of what her future would be like if she stayed, Ava thought. There was a knock on the door and after the bodyguard had checked who it was, a waiter came into the room. He put down three glasses of what looked like whiskey. Ava had a feeling she had seen him somewhere before. She just couldn’t place him. Maybe it was from earlier in the evening. Johnson and the other two men leaned back and talked business, Jacob asked questions and Ava could see they irritated his father. There was another knock on the door. The bodyguard opened it, talked to whoever was outside and then turned towards Johnson.

“Mr Tirmar is asking to speak to you,” he said.

“That fucking old goat. Fine, he’s just lucky that he owns most of the harbour or I wouldn’t give him the time of day,” Johnson muttered as he got up and straightened his clothes. “Come girls,” he said, reaching for the two women who had stood quietly in the corner. “You stay,” he told Ava. “You, keep an eye on her, but keep your hands off,” he told his son. Then Ava was left alone with Jacob and her instinct said she would have rather gone with Johnson.

“Ava, come sit here with me,” Jacob said, patting the spot next to him.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m supposed to be on the couch,” Ava said. Truth was she would have loved to get up from the floor. But she didn’t want to sit next to him.

“Don’t be like that. You are a pet. You can sit were ever I ask you to sit. Now come here and sit by me,” he told her again. Ava carefully got up. Her legs protested and her stomach ached as she stood. She walked over to where Jacob was sitting and sat down on the edge of the seat. “You don’t have to be scared of me, Ava. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be nice to you. I like you,” Jacob said, taking her hand in his. Ava tried to pull her hand back.

“No, Jacob. Your father said no touching. You will get us both in trouble,” she tried to tell him, as he wouldn’t let go.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“No, Jacob. He will know. You said so yourself. He always knows.” Ava was now on the verge of begging. She felt Jacob pull her closer to him, opening up his other arm to engulf her body. Ava knew if Johnson caught them, he would be furious. She also knew Johnson didn’t care if she had objected or not. He would punish them both. Her free hand reached out in the opposite direction from Jacob, hoping to find something to hold on to, to pull herself away from him. Her hand closed around something cold and heavy. She looked at her hand and saw the crystal drinking glass that still held some whiskey in the bottom.

“You are so beautiful and sweet. I want to make you mine, just like my dad does. But I’ll be nice to you, it will be so good. Just come here and I’ll show you,” Jacob said, his free hand now trying to move up her dress. Before Ava had a chance to think it through, she took the glass and slammed it against Jacob’s temple. He looked surprised for a moment, before slumping down onto the couch, blood oozing from his temple. Ava got to her feet. Fudge, she was in real deep poo now. The glass had shattered, and she felt her hand sting from the shards of glass which were imbedded in her palm. She needed to get away now. This was her moment. She hurried over to Jacob and tried to wipe the blood off of her hand on his shirt. She collected one of the other glasses, poured the remaining liquid into another, and headed for the door. As she cracked it open, she looked back.

“Yes, master. One just like it,” she said in as soft of a voice as she could manage. She didn’t look at the man in front of the door. She looked down and continued walking. Begged her legs not to give in to the overwhelming fatigue that she felt. Just a little longer and she would be out of this place. Her plan was to mingle with the crowd downstairs, try to get to a back door, and then out. After that, she had no idea. Hide until she could get to a phone and call Gabriel.

“Bitch!” The cry came from the room when Ava was halfway down the stairs. She froze for a moment. Then she continued walking, a little faster, but not running. To run would be to draw attention to herself. “You fucking whore, when I get my hands on you,” Jacob bellowed as he rushed out of the room. Ava glanced back. Blood had run down one side of his face. His hand was pressing onto his temple to slow down the blood flow, but it didn’t seem to help. He was looking around, trying to spot her. Ava reached the bottom of the stairs and tried to blend into the other people who stood looking up at the bloodied man, he now was hurdling down the stairs. She tried to secretly move between the guests and workers. Jacob was proving to be a splendid distraction. Everyone was looking at him as he screamed, cursed and ran around. Ava had no trouble edging closer to the door which looked to be leading into the kitchen.

“And where might you be going, pet?” a hard voice asked and Ava felt someone take a hold of her hair. She was turned around by the hand with the firm grip on her hair and came face to face with Johnson.