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The first thing Aila noticed wasn’t the man behind the desk.
No, the first thing she noticed was the assortment of photographs on the walls of women in… compromising situations. All of them had big breasts, and if they wore anything at all, it was in cow print. They had little orange tags attached to their ears, and their bodies were everything Aila wished she could have.
She squirmed a little, unable to stop the heat that traveled down to her core as she imagined herself in the position of one of those women… No. She had to bring herself back to reality. No woman would willingly subject herself to anything like that. Which meant Aila had to figure out what was going on and get the fuck out.
At least she wouldn’t end up trapped here. Too flat, too thin, too… everything.
She swallowed hard as she slowly turned back to look at the man she assumed was Mr. Everstein. He was a handsome man in his late forties with silver-touched dark hair. His eyes were a vibrant shade of green that looked almost unnatural in the light, and she was envious of that, too.
There was nothing special about her.
“Do you like the photographs?” he asked her. “They’re my special girls — my favorites, I confess. Bessie over there has been with me since I started this company.” He gestured to one of the gold-framed photographs, where a voluptuous woman who had to be in her thirties smiled at the camera.
Upon closer examination, Aila could see a thin line of drool spilling past her lips, and her eyes looked… vacant, somehow. This time, instead of heat, she felt a chill as she realized the other women looked similar.
“W-what…” Aila managed to stammer out. Right, she had to hold onto her wits until she got out of here. She’d report back to the Michaels that they’d have to find someone else crazy enough to get involved with a man who kept pictures of mostly-naked women on his walls.
“Please, have a seat,” Mr. Everstein told her, and she wobbled on her high heels for a moment before reluctantly sinking into one of the chairs across from him. “Good girl.”
That sent another warm, fuzzy feeling through her even though she knew it… wasn’t quite right.
But no one had ever called her good girl before, and she found she rather liked it.
No.
No, she didn’t like it. It was wrong, and inappropriate, and—
“It’s all right if you like it,” Mr. Everstein said in a soft, almost soothing voice. “It’s all right if you like all of this.”
“What makes you think I like it?” she asked, trying for a demand but instead coming out with a shaky voice.
“Ah, she does speak,” he noted with amusement. “We’ll remedy that soon enough, so don’t feel the need to do more than listen and obey.”
Listen and obey?
Aila got to her feet in a huff. “I think this interview is over, Mr. Everstein,” she said, striding toward the door.
The locked door.
“Sit down, Ms. Waters,” Mr. Everstein said, his voice more authoritative, commanding… and harsh, so different from how he’d first started.
She glowered at him, trying the door just because it seemed like the most obvious thing to do. Nope; it didn’t do anything at all. She started to pound on the door, which Mr. Everstein let her do for several moments before letting out an aggravated sigh.
“You’re giving me a headache,” he complained. “Would you please accept that you aren’t leaving this room until I allow it and settle down in the chair?”
“No,” Aila said, resting her back against the door because it put the most distance between them.
“Stubborn cow,” he said, disdain dripping from his voice.
“Excuse me?” Aila sputtered, straightening her back.
“Oh, come now. You aren’t completely stupid.” He smiled at her in a way that made her squirm. “Though you will be, by the end of this. What use do cows have of their brains? They’re only meant for milking, fucking, and producing offspring.”
Aila’s mouth dropped open. “What the actual fuck?”
“Did you really think Alexandra wouldn’t notice all the padding?” he said with that same distaste heavy on his tongue, “Or that we wouldn’t do something as simple as a background check? Aila Waters, private detective. No known relatives. No known friends. You were like a gift from the heavens.”
“But I’m— I’m not,” she said thickly, trying to swallow and finding it increasingly difficult. “I’m not what you want.”
“No,” he agreed, which hurt more than she wanted to admit. “But you will be.”
With those ominous words, he rose and strode toward her, and the prick of the needle came before she could register what was happening.
As she tumbled to the floor, she heard Mr. Everstein call out, “Alexandra? Send the men to fetch the new cow. Get rid of that ridiculous padding and prepare her for the doctor. I don’t want—”
Then there was only darkness.
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