All Chapters of THE RUIN OF CASSY BEAUMONT: BOUGHT AND BROKEN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

45 Chapters

PROLOGUE

THE CAGE

CASSYThe Gilded Cage doesn't look like a place where desperate girls sell their souls.It looks like a five-star hotel.All marble and gold, ambient lighting that probably costs more per fixture than my current monthly rent, doormen in actual uniforms who open the doors with white-gloved hands and don't meet your eyes. The kind of place I used to walk into without a second thought, back when I had a trust fund and a last name that meant something.Now I'm here to auction off the only thing I have left.My body.The thought makes me want to vomit, but I swallow it down with the same practiced control that got me through the last six months, watching my father die, the FBI raid, and through learning that everything I thought I knew about my family was a lie.Through watching my baby sister get arrested for drugs I know she didn't use.Delilah is twenty-one years old. She's studying marine biology. She cries at documentaries about coral reefs. She's never even smoked weed.But she's sit

PLEASURE IN HELL

CASSYShe's back in front of me. I feel her kneel down, putting us at eye level even though I still can't see her."Here's what's going to happen," she says. Her voice is soft now. Conversational, almost. Like we're friends discussing plans for brunch. "I'm going to touch you. I'm going to make you feel things you don't want to feel. I'm going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. And you're going to hate every second of it."Her gloved hand cups my face."And then, when it's over, you're going to take your money and leave. And you're going to tell yourself it was worth it. That it was just one night. That it doesn't matter."She leans in closer. I feel her breath against my ear."But it will matter, Cassy. Because you're going to remember this for the rest of your life. You're going to remember what it felt like to be owned. To be nothing but a pretty thing someone bought. And you're never going to forget it."My whole body is shaking now."Do you understand?""Yes.""Th

PRETTY WHEN YOU BEG

CASSYThe girl whose father died because of mine.The girl I humiliated in front of everyone when we were sixteen.She's holding a glass of whiskey, watching me with eyes that are empty of everything except satisfaction."Hello, Cassy," she says, her voice like silk over razors. "Surprise."I can't breathe or even think. I can't process what I'm seeing."You…""Me." She takes a sip of her drink. "Did you really think I'd pay four million dollars for one night? No, sweetheart. I paid four million dollars for something much better."She walks to a side table, picks up a folder. Tosses it at my feet."Read it."With shaking hands, I open the folder.It's a contract. Legal and binding.TERMS OF EXCLUSIVE SERVICE AGREEMENTMy eyes scan the words, each one a nail in my coffin.One year of exclusive service to Sienna Vale...Subject will reside in employer's residence...Subject will be available at all times for any purpose employer deems appropriate...Subject will accompany employer to al

WELCOME HOME

CASSYA thief and a fraud. A man who destroyed his partner and built an empire on Sienna's father's corpse.God, how did I not know? How did I never question where the money came from, why the Vales disappeared, why Sienna never came back to school after that day in the cafeteria?Because I didn't care. Because I was a cruel sixteen years old and, I was so wrapped up in my own perfect life that other people's suffering was just background noise.You looked right through me like I was furniture, Sienna had said. Like I was nothing.She was right.And now she's going to make me pay for it.The car pulls up to a building that makes my breath catch. It's all glass and steel, modern and sleek, the kind of place that has a doorman and a concierge and probably a waiting list a mile long. The kind of place I used to live in.The driver opens my door."Miss Vale is expecting you on the penthouse floor," he says. His voice is neutral, professional. He's done this before, I realize. Picked up gi

CONFLICTED

CASSY"Hatred." She says it simply, like she's commenting on the weather. "Hatred is remarkably clarifying. It focuses the mind. Gives you purpose."We stop at a door."This is my bedroom," she says, opening it.The room is enormous. King-sized bed with black silk sheets. More floor-to-ceiling windows. A sitting area with a couch and chairs. Doors leading to what must be a massive closet and bathroom.And in the corner, on the floor…A dog bed.I stare at it. At the plush cushion in a simple metal frame, it was clearly expensive but undeniably degrading."You're joking.""Do I look like I'm joking?" Sienna walks to her closet, starts undressing. She's completely unselfconscious, stripping off the silk pyjamas like I'm not even there. "You'll sleep there until you earn the right to sleep in my bed.""Earn it, how?"She emerges from the closet wearing nothing but black lace underwear. My eyes betray me, taking in the sight of her… long legs, smooth skin, and beautiful curves. She's beau

SHE OWNS ME

The nightgown barely covers me. I catch sight of myself in the mirror, collared like a pet, wearing barely anything, my eyes red from crying. I've been through alot, I don't recognize the girl staring back. I walk back into the bedroom. Sienna is lying in bed, scrolling through her phone. She looks up when I enter. Her eyes rake over me slowly, taking in every detail. A smile curls at her lips. "Perfect," she says. "Come here." I walk to the bed. Just standing there while she looks at me. She reaches out, her fingers hooking under the collar, tugging me closer. I stumble forward, before catching myself on the edge of the bed. "Do you know what you look like right now?" she whispers. "You look like everything I ever wanted. Everything I dreamed about when I was sixteen and stupid enough to think you might love me back." Her thumb traces the collar. "But this is better. This is you knowing exactly who owns you. This is you wearing my mark and hating every second of it." She rele

THE PERFORMANCE

CASSYSienna's office is in Tribeca, in a building that's made of glass. The car ride over is torture. Not because of traffic or the silence, but because I can feel the vibrator nestled against me. Silent now, but there… a constant reminder that at any moment, with the press of a button, Sienna can make me lose control in front of anyone.And she will. I know she will.I keep my eyes on the window, watching the city slide by. People rushing to work, living their normal lives. "Nervous?" Sienna asks without looking up from her phone."No, Ma'am.""Liar." But she sounds pleased.The car pulls up to a sleek building with "VALE TECHNOLOGIES" etched in steel letters above the entrance. People in expensive suits stream in and out. This is her empire, her kingdom built on hatred and brilliance in equal measure.The driver opens Sienna's door first. She steps out with grace, already pulling on her CEO persona like armor. Then my door opens and I step out onto the sidewalk, and several curiou

TURNED ON

CASSYThe bathroom is luxurious and private. I lock the door and lean against it, trying to catch my breath.My reflection in the mirror is obscene. I look flushed and wrecked. The collar is visible now, I must have been tugging at my neckline without realizing it.I look like I've been fucked, and I have been. Just not in the traditional way.I clean up as best as I can, fix my makeup, and try to make myself look presentable. But the vibrator is still there waiting for the next time Sienna decides to press that button.And the worst part?A small, traitorous part of me that I hate with every fiber of my being… is looking forward to it.---Lunch is at a restaurant so expensive it doesn't have prices on the menu.The potential investor is a man named Richard Hartley- old money, tech mogul, the kind of person who probably has senators on speed dial. He's charming in that way wealthy people are, all practiced smiles and warmth."Sienna, always a pleasure," he says, kissing her hand. Eur

THE EXHIBITION

CASSYThe shower doesn't wash away the feeling of her hands on me.I scrub my skin until it's red, let the water run scalding hot, but I can still feel her fingers inside me, her lips on mine, her voice commanding me to thank her for breaking me apart.And I did thank her. The part that terrifies me most, is that I meant everything.When I emerged from the bathroom, I had only a towel on, there's an outfit laid out on her bed. Where she just made me cum so hard I forgot my own name.The outfit makes my stomach drop. It's a dress, if you can call it that.A black, skintight dress, the neckline plunges almost to the navel, held together by a single silver chain. The back is completely open. The hem barely covers my ass. There are no sleeves, just thin straps that look like they might snap.Next to it is a pair of stiletto heels, a clutch. And… a leash, a thin black leather matching the collar I'm still wearing.There's a note in Sienna's handwriting saying: Wear all of these. Put your h

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