I lost.
I won’t get my answers.
This was a one time deal; no way will Enzo give me this chance again to get the answers I seek. And now, because I was blinded by the need to understand why I endured punishment and pain for years, I’m his.
I traded one unknown master for this man.
I should be scared, terrified.
He could take me and sell me again. He could beat me, rape me, kill me. He could do whatever unthinkable things he wants with me, and I couldn’t stop him. Enzo could have taken those things anyway, whether I won the game or not. But he didn’t have to resort to that. I offered myself up willingly, all so I could win a bet. And now I’ve lost everything.
No, I didn’t have anything left to lose. That’s why I could offer up everything.
Enzo devours me with his hungry glare.
