Growing up, I didn’t have many friends, and I had even less as I came into adulthood. I had regular clients, but I didn’t care for them. To be honest, I didn’t really care about people, which was why I was able to do the job I did.
But those girls were somehow an exception.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Eros cleared her throat as we came to an open double door.
“And this is where the common demons cook and have their meals,” Eros said, motioning out at the large workers’ kitchen. “They will make yours. They know a few edible human dishes.”
It looked very similar to a human one, with a row of ovens and a large butcher's block counter in the middle of the room.
Well, human kitchens didn’t have blood splattered all over the floors and walls or a pile of body parts on the counter. Though not all of them were human. I caught a very distinct black-clawed hand.
It was almost enough to make me queasy, but I held back my disgust as we surveyed the room.
There were more than a few demons in there when we walked in, all of them trying and failing not to stare. They looked very similar to the twins, with slight differences in hair color and stature. Nothing like the nonhuman-looking ones I saw at the auction.
These ones were less intimidating.
Whenever one of them caught my eye, I would watch their reactions like a hawk, trying to determine how they felt about a human roaming their halls.
If demons eat us and the twins are showing me around like some guest… What will they think of me?
But the workers didn’t seem to have any ill intent toward me.If anything, it seemed like theypitiedme.
“Is it undesirable to be your plaything or something?” I asked, my gaze shifting to Eros.
The smile that lit up her face had my stomach flipping. She led us back through the double door and motioned for me to go first.
“Is that what you want to be, darling?”
I searched her face for a break in the mask, but there was none. Stepping out into the hall again, I steadied myself. The exhaustion from the whole ordeal of being sold and whiskedoff to a new place with demon twins was starting to weigh on me.
I would kill for a nice, deep sleep back home in my own bed. Hell, I’d even settle for the beds back in the auction place.They were tall, soft, and the comforters were very fluffy. The type of fluffy you could bundle yourself in and block out all the noise from the outside.
I remember distinctly doing that when I was about six or seven and hiding from my parents’ arguments.
The memory hit me like a slap to the face.
The exhaustion is making my traumatic memories come alive.
“It would seem that’s what the house believes,” I said, looking back at Oros, who was following us closely. “Isn’t that right?”
Her face did not betray her thoughts on the matter.
“They can assume whatever they want,” she replied in a low tone.
I was about to ask her what those assumptions were, but I was cut off by a group of three demons walking down the hall. They were all girls with extremely long hair that fell past their butts, wearing flowy dresses that hid their figures and a bright, shimmering gold pin attached to their chests.
They looked at me like they were the popular girls and I was the new kid in school.
Fresh meat.
They took their time, looking me up and down, laughing as they walked past.
“Didn’t you learn your lesson after watching your father punish the treasurer?” one of the women asked.
Oros stepped around me, shielding my body with hers.
