Chapter 39

Rhea POV
After work, I am exhausted and do not want to fool with anyone else for the day. I know this will upset Damien, but I do not care. I have had a strange day with day occurrences. Several of the clients kept saying they knew me from the club or had seen me before. Every time one of them would bring it up, Damien would interfere or take over and send me out of the cottage.
I know he has done something to me. I take my phone out and notice a missed call from a number I do not recognize. It could be a client. I dial the number and wait for someone to answer.
"Hey, Sexy Girl," the voice says on the other end of the phone.
"Excuse me," I say, stunned and confused.
"Hey, It is me, Ty. I got a new number. Not that it matters you have not been returning my calls or texts. I am worried about you. How about lunch?" Ty says.
"I am sorry. Ty from the club." I say into the phone. I am so confused.
"Yes, you idiot, your best friend," Ty says.
"Ty, I do not remember, but I think Damien has done something to me. I am afraid, yet not afraid. I am so confused. I think I might need your help," I say to him.
I see Damien coming toward me. He looks upset. He is probably mad because I am not in the house at his beck and call already. Oh! Shit! I forgot he wants to do something with Roxy and me tonight. I am going to try to fake a headache or illness or something.
"Ty, I have to go; Damien is coming. Can we meet somewhere tomorrow?" I ask him.
"How about tonight? Get Damien to bring you to the club. I will book you a room. Do not worry, Rhea, and I will help you," Ty says.
"Okay, Thank you," I say to him.
I hang up the phone and put it into my pocket. Damien rushes to me. "My love, what is taking you so long? We are going out tonight, remember?" Damien asks.
"Yes, I do remember. I was on the phone booking us a room at the fantasy club. I thought it would be fun. You, Me, Roxy, and some beautiful woman at the club," I say to him.
"Hmmm, sounds interesting. I think I might like that idea," Damien says. Damien kisses me hard and pulls me close to him. We walk back to the house. His embrace hurts my shoulder, but I do not say anything. Whatever he is doing to me seems to be wearing off, and I do not want him to do anything to make me go down a rabbit hole.
I look toward the witch's cottage. She is watching me. I wonder if there is any way in hell she would help me. Why is she here? What does he have on her? There has to be some way to get her to help Roxy and us.
We go into the house. Roxy is waiting for us in the central part of the house. "Are we going out or staying in tonight?" Roxy asks.
"Rhea has a surprise for both of us. I think you will like it, Roxy," Damien says.
"Yes, it will be great. We can fulfill a few fantasies that we have tucked away in our minds. Maybe play a little with someone else too," I say.
"I only want to play with Damien. Why would you need someone else, Rhea? Damien is all we need. It seems to me you are trying to cause problems," Roxy says. She goes to Damien and begins kissing him.
"Damien will be with us, my dear, so it will be his fantasy we play out and have fun with, so stop being a bitch," I say to Roxy.
I stomp up the stairs. When I look back to see if they are following to get ready, they are about to fuck on the steps. Damien glares at me as he is getting ready to take Roxy. I shake my head and move on with what I am going through. I need to get dressed for the night.
I go into my bedroom and get out a dress for the night—a long black dress with a slit up the side. The top opens, so my tits show. I like it. I pull my hair up, so it does not get wet in the shower. I go into the bathroom and turn on the hot water.
As I step into the shower, I can hear them loudly throughout the house. This is ridiculous. The hot water runs over me, and so many memories start to flood back into my mind. Soul, the women at his house, Damien and the club, Tyler, everything is beginning to flood into my mind.
I crouch down in the shower. I want to cry. Oh my goodness, what are these sick bastards doing to women here? This is crazy. The witch is helping him, but why? I stand up in the shower and let the water run over me. There can be no trace of my tears. I need to be compliant and obedient to Damien.
I step out of the shower and wrap up in a towel. Damien is standing in the bathroom watching me. "Yes, my love," I say to him. He touches my face and kisses me. It is so hard not to jerk back from him. "Are you okay? You seem off?" Damien says. "It was a long day, but tomorrow will not be, so I want us to have some fun tonight. I am not sure why Roxy is so against it," I say.
"No worries. I convinced her to be compliant and give me what I want," Damien says.
"Good, I think this will be fun," I say to Damien.
"Me too; I called Randall and made sure we are booked for my room. He assured me we are booked, and he told me the girl you selected for me. Good choice, my love," Damien says.
"Good, I hope you will like her in every way," I say.
"I think I will, Rhea. One other thing, I asked Randall to join us sometime tonight, if that is okay with you," Damien says.
"Of course, whatever the master wants, I will do," I say.
"Good girl Rhea because I have a request from you. There is something I need you to do for me tonight," Damien says.
"Anything, master, I will do anything you want me to do," I say.
Damien pulls me close to him, and our bodies touch as he grinds his teeth. He is testing me, I can tell. "Rhea, my little slut, I want you to fuck Randall in front of me. I want you to give him what he always wanted, you," Damien says.
"If that is what you want, master, then I will do it for you," I say with a smile. I touch his face and kiss him. "Good girl," Damien says. "Are you hungry, master?" I ask Damien offering him my neck to feed on before I get dressed.
Damien leans down and latches onto my neck. He begins to feed on me. He moans as he takes my blood into his mouth. I clear my mind and relax. I think of the water and how much I love the ocean, anything to take my mind off of him feeding on me right now.
When Damien finishes, he goes downstairs to let me dress. I hear him yelling at Roxy about something, but I continue getting dressed. I cannot worry about her right now. I will help her, but right now, I have to get ready for the club. I hope Ty can help me get away from him.
I put on my dark makeup. I remember that is what Damien likes for me to wear. I slip into my long black dress and then into my heels. I hope I can walk in these and not bust my ass. I remember falling in these several times. What all have I forgotten? It seems strange. I remember the club and Randall, but huge gaps are missing from my mind.
My hair is up, so I let a few ringlets down to brush my face. I dab a little makeup on my neck to hide my bruised neck. I check my dresser and find a choker. That should hide my neck bruises. I do not want Ty flipping out when he sees my neck. Ty is no match for Damien. I would not want him to try to fight him and get hurt. I need him to help me get the hell out of there without Damien knowing. I have no idea how I will pull that off tonight, but it is worth a shot.
I go downstairs to meet Damien. I walk carefully down the steps. Damien is waiting for me but no Roxy. "Where is Roxy?" I ask Damien. "I decided to leave her behind so you and I can have a night together, my love," Damien says. "Good, I do not like sharing you anyway," I say to Damien.
Damien and I go out of the house and get into the limo waiting for us. I get into the waiting limo. Damien has red and white wine waiting in the limo. I take the bottle and pour us both a glass, but I do not drink any. Something tells me if I do, there will be no escape from him tonight. Tonight I will escape this hell even if I have to kill him.