4. Year Five

Doxy

I don't fight, I don't try to escape, I don't even speak anymore. I used to sit in my cell and hum, or make up stories to keep myself entertained but now, I don't do any of that. I just sit in the corner and wait. Master has moved me to a room in the house now. I was good and allowed out of that concrete prison I was held in for years. He says he will train me to be the perfect Doxy so I can show the others he brings home. I tried to train three of the girls but they didn't last very long.

Two died from infections thanks to Ron and his fucking shit kink, I still hate him the most. I hate how he stands in the corner and watches the men take their turns, sometimes he'll even get himself off and blow his load in my face. The Master only lets him play with me once a month now, he won't risk his pet dying from infection. Tom and Mike still beat me because I refuse to fight back out of fear of Master's punishment.

When I hear the lock on my door click open, I kneel and place my hands on the tops of my thighs and drop my gaze to the floor. This is the only position I'm allowed to meet Master in, I must never look him in the eyes or I am punished, only worthy people are allowed to gaze upon his face.

"You disgust me," he snarls.

"I'm sorry, Master," I reply on autopilot.

"You reek of shit."

I nod. "I'm sorry, Master."

"Your brother no longer searches for you. He runs all of Canada and has never once looked for you, does that upset you?" His words don't inspire the reaction he hopes for as I hate my brother. Master made sure to tell me the moment he took over the Da Luca family and renamed it the Re Della Strada. Knox has the power and the means to find me yet he doesn't. He's left me to rot in this hell while he moves on with his life never suffering like I do.

"No, Master, I know where I belong." He hums his approval. I wait for him to cross the room and drag me by my hair to the bed like always but time passes and still he doesn't move. There may be a bed in this room I am locked in but I am never allowed on it unless I have a guest. I sleep on the floor with no covers or pillows.

"Stand." Without thinking I obey him, not wanting to risk his ire as my back, ass and legs have enough scars on them without needing to add more by being disobedient. My body has been broken many times, you would think I'm crazy but my bones breaking now doesn't cause much discomfort. I pray they break bones so I can focus on that pain instead of what they do to my body. My mother once said that a woman's body is her temple and should be cherished. She was wrong, these bastards bulldozed this temple and destroyed it years ago. I startle when clothing is tossed at my feet, I haven't worn clothes since… Come to think of it, I've never been allowed the privilege of wearing clothing since I got here. "Put those on." Doing as he says, I yank the sweatpants on and pull the large hoodie over my head, the clothing feeling strange and chafes on my filthy skin. "Kneel."

I drop without thought and bow my head. I see the tips of his shoes and tense. I don't flinch when he grabs my hair but I do still when the sound of buzzing fills the room. I want to protest and rebel against this injustice but I know what will happen so bite down on my lip and slam my eyes closed to keep my tears from coming as he shaves my head.

I stand beside Master with my hood up and head down, the collar around my neck has metal prongs and digs into my skin but I don't dare try to adjust it.

"There, you see her with your own eyes, now you know her brother can never rise against our plans," Master snarls at the men. I know who one of them is—Percy Deveraux but I haven't the slightest idea of who the other man is.

"When I announce Lakeland's marriage to Giovani he will come for us. I want men ready and waiting to take him out," Percy says, his nasally voice has always grated on my nerves but it doesn't bother me like it used to.

"The sooner we get rid of that little prick the sooner I can go after my brother and take back the family. Canada will be ours to trade in as we like. Percy's app has been beneficial for all of us," the stranger says. I know the app they speak of. I heard the men speaking about how each of them wanted to buy little girls from there and keep them as their slaves. One day, when I get the fuck out of here I'm going to free them all. "You planning on selling my niece on there?" I snap my gaze to the strange man and stare at him in horror.

"Bitch!" Master roars before I'm met with his fist to the side of my face and sent to my knees. I don't cry out in pain or fight when he yanks the leash, digging the prongs of the collar deeper into my neck. "Fucking cunt wouldn't fetch a decent price. She's worthless except for the fact she can't birth a child." I slam my eyes closed at the memory. I hate thinking about that time—it broke me, stripped me of all my strength and will to fight.

"What happened?" Percy asks. I hate him. He knows his daughter was my best friend and not once has he tried to help me.

"You got lucky with your daughter losing her memories." I suck in a sharp breath, what does he mean Lake lost her memories? "This bitch had her shit removed when she gave birth, couldn't have the cunt pregnant all the time." I fight back the tears, I got pregnant and much to Master's dismay I never miscarried when he sent the men to rid me of the pregnancy. I fought and covered my belly protecting my innocent baby but I went into labor early and gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, who was born sleeping.

The loss of my son is what truly broke me and made me numb, that was the day they won.