CHAPTER EIGHT

True to his word, a young lady, who looked quite younger than me walked in with a tray of food several hours later.

Does that mean I should believe every single word he said? He must keep to his word.

Unfortunately, everything he had said so far was frightening. I was still burning with humiliation at how easily I had unraveled at his touch and I was hoping I never saw him again.

“Your meal is here, miss Brittany.” the lady said, smiling softly as she dropped the tray of food on the bed.

I was just noticing how empty the room was _ there wasn't a table for her to have dropped the food on.

It was like he was making sure I never had a chance to escape. The room was comfortable enough but it felt like a prison at the same time.

Where was this place? How long had I been here? Was he really not going to let me go? What on earth did he want from me?

“Miss? Miss?” I jumped slightly and looked up at the lady…

“What?” I snapped. I didn't mean to but I was pissed and if I couldn't went out my anger on the cause of the anger, anyone would do.

Her only reaction was a small smile.

“Are you okay? You zoned out.” She said.

“Penny, right?” I asked her. She nodded.

“Why wouldn't I? I don't know where the hell I am. I was just at my ex's wedding. I stepped out for a moment and bumped into Zayne and we ended up having sex…again and the next thing I wake up here.” I exclaimed.

She smiled again. She sure seemed to smile a lot. What the hell was funny?

When I asked, she just shook her head in amusement and pushed the tray closer to me.

“You should eat. You haven't had anything since Zayne brought you here yesterday.” She said.

I gasped. “Yesterday? What time is it?” I asked.

“Around 6pm, I think.” She explained. Six pm? He must have brought me here last night…

“Where are my? Zayne said it's his club…”

She interrupted me, her face filled with worry.

“You have to eat. I'll wait for you. You can ask all the questions you have then.” She said.

I opened my mouth to talk but she suddenly scooped up food and pushed it into my mouth.

When I glared at her, she just laughed.

“Just eat, miss Brittany. I'm worried about you and Sir Zayne is going to kill me if you don't eat.” She said.

I reluctantly chewed the food in my mouth and swallowed. I took the spoon from her and continued to eat.

She reminded me of Margie. Although, Margie was more aggressive, Penny had her bossy attitude in a way.

Penny bugging me about eating was like dejavu for all the times Margie did exactly that too.

Margie…she must be worried sick about me. If only I could just tell her I was okay and that she didn't have to worry.

“Do you have a phone, Penny?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“I'm not allowed to use a phone because I serve all of Zayne’s girls.” She said.

Zayne's girls? What the hell? I wasn't the only one here?

“What do you mean?” I asked, already knowing I wouldn't like her answer.

She hesitated for several seconds before she let out a sigh.

“You're going to hear it eventually anyway…and it's not going to be pretty. It's better you hear it from me. I'll be nicer.” She said.

I held my breath as I waited for her to talk.

“This is where Zayne brings all the girls he um…takes an interest in. You aren't the first.” She said.

Zayne has been kidnapping girls? And bringing them here? What kind of man was he?

Did he really need that much sex? No wonder I got that feeling earlier…like someone else had been in this room already.

“What happened to the last girl?” I asked.

Her smile disappeared and she looked away from me, as fear crossed her features for several seconds.

“I'm allowed to say…” she mumbled.

My heart sank rapidly in my chest. That didn't sound good. Was this some kind of cult or something?

“You don't have to worry about that. Just…don't try to escape and do everything he tells you, and you'll be safe. None of the girls I served stayed past a few weeks.”

“He'll let you go after a few weeks.”

I pushed aside the tray with my unfinished meal, suddenly losing my appetite.

Things were sounding worse as she spoke. A few weeks? I had to sit still for a few weeks and just be Zayne's little slut huh?

No way. I couldn't…

“Trust me. You'll be okay…none of his other girls…”

“Stop it. Stop calling me one of his girls…it sounds demeaning.” I argued.

She shrugged, her eyes filled with pain.

“His men have worst names for his girls…sex toys, playthings, sex things, sex objects…”

I waved a hand at her as I buried my other hand in my ear, as disgust washed over me.

“Enough already, I get it…but why would his men talk to me like that?” I asked.

Her expression changed again and she avoided my eyes. Another bad sign.

This time, she changed the topic.

“Just don't do anything and whatever you do, stay out of Barbara's way if you can and do everything she tells you to do.” She said.

My brows furrowed in confusion. “Who's Barbara?” I asked.

“She's Zayne's girlfriend…or mistress, or his main woman, whatever you like to call her. She's in charge of all of Zayne's girls.” She explained.

I got off the bed in a flash, as shock and disbelief exploded in my brain.

Penny was looking at me with surprise and sympathy.

A girlfriend? He had a girlfriend and she knew about all this? What the hell? This was a cult! A cult prostitution ring or something.

Was that what this club was about? Would someone toss me a stripper's outfit any moment and force me to dance on a pole?

“This is unbelievable. I need to get out of here.”

“You're different from the other girls I've served.” Penny said and I turned to look at her.

“How so?”

“A lot of them were happy to just be Zayne's plaything and when they heard about Barbara, their first thought was always to try and take her place.” She said.

I slapped a hand to my forehead.

“Come on! Women are fucking crazy! Why on earth would anyone be happy to be in this situation? To be a sex toy to some psychotic narcissist? Hell no. I want out of here!” I cried.

Penny smiled sadly at me and shook her head.

She walked over to me and pulled me into a hug.

“I feel even worse because you're losing it…but you really can't get out of here, Brittany.”

“All you can do is pray that he gets tired of you as soon as possible and he'll let you go.” She whispered.

That was exactly what Zayne had said to me hours ago. Brittany, what the hell did you get yourself into?