Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (4 page)

We’d backed off some of the other shady stuff, too. Not all of it.  But it was work-in-progress. There were still people in our pockets but that’d all get slowly phased out as the companies under Ferrano Enterprises were all sold. The construction arm and the nightclubs we owned would take more clean-up before being sold and other than a few associations that all had or would have time limits on the relationships, that’d be the last bit of it. I was trying to take care of our guys, too. Some of our key guys had been offered first refusal on some of the businesses or given our blessing to go onto other ventures. It was all working out. All working out fairly smoothly with just a few kinks now and then until now, when all the Thailand shit had been dumped in my lap.

Stan had gone ahead already with some directions from me on how to handle some of the other business ventures he’d told me about and he would be picking me up at the airport. From there he was dropping me at another location where I’d be picked up by a guy named Gan Chen, general manager and one of the founding partners of Kruna, the name of the resort. He’d said Kruna meant
please
in Thai, and had dual royalty meanings in Croatian.  The place was designed to please, to make visitors feel like they’d been crowned royals.

Kruna was on a gated waterfront property outside Bangkok, classified to the public as a private time share community. Most of what they did involved entertaining on-site with slaves. Stan said it was only very occasionally that they parted with them and that the slave sold to become mine was considered an exceptional asset.  

I didn’t know how Tommy and I would exit this partnership yet but for the moment I needed to get in, assess the place and the management, pick her up, get home, and then figure out what to do next.  All without arousing any suspicion. This would be natural for me. I often dealt in shady businesses with dangerous people. I could handle myself. But I’d never dealt with human trafficking at this level and I’d certainly never handled a transaction that was so personal --- a female being prepped to be handed off to become my wife slash personal sex slave. I had a plan, not a very in-depth one, but I had a plan and that entailed getting in, making them think I was a friend, and getting her back home.

From there, I’d tell the girl she was out of the sex trade and I’d help her get on with her life. Before I left I briefed Zack Jacobs, our PI. I’d get him some details and then he’d assess and get us some information to help us determine an exit strategy.

I’d do all this as fast as possible so that I could finish my task of selling off the rest of Ferrano. Who knew how cracked this sex slave would be and whether or not she’d be another risk to us but I’d see how things went and decide from there. Hopefully she wasn’t going to be a problem we’d have to dispose of. Hopefully we were at a point in our lives where we could be past all that.

“Felicia”

When Cleo, my handler, told me a little under two months ago that I’d been sold I was a numb walking zombie for hours after the fact, maybe even days. I wasn’t sure, at first, if she was playing a game with me. She’d snarled it in my ear and stormed away, furious.  A few hours after she imparted this info she took me from where I’d been left sitting in the slave courtyard over to Rafe’s office. He confirmed it.

Rafe was Kruna’s warden, in essence, and he was not my favorite person but I was one of
his
favorites, which worked in my favor. When I was brought to his office where he sat with his boss, Mr. Chen, I was tweaking, not sure if Cleo was playing a game designed to put me off my game, getting me in trouble, or what.

“Felicia, darling, sit,” Rafe said. Rafe was a short and bald Spanish muscular guy who looked like a steroid user. He always wore princess cut giant diamond stud earrings that looked totally stupid on him. He was about 45 but dressed like he was 20 and on his way clubbing. Mr. Chen was a shorter but older Asian in an expensive suit but he had a long salt and pepper ponytail and goatee. He was also physically ripped, with the body of a 20 year old, a well-known Kung Fu expert.

I squatted to go to the floor.

“I said sit, not kneel. On the chair, Felicia,” Rafe corrected.  I did as I was told.

“Cleo told you that your time here is almost done?” Rafe asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Myself and Mr. Chen will brief you. You’re on that chair because your status has been elevated. You’re getting married, Felicia. Congratulations. As of ten minutes ago you are no longer owned by Kruna.”

I kept my eyes fixed on the window behind them. Unseeing. My heart sped up. I held my emotions in check.

Mr. Chen spoke up, “Felicia?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“You’re very lucky to have been matched for this. Cleopatra suggested it wasn’t the right role for you but a redhead was requested with your sexual proclivities and we had no better match. You’ve been an exceptional asset to Kruna. You will be missed.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Your future husband is an important man, the son of one of our most valued benefactors and that benefactor is recently deceased so his sons are now partners. As you yourself know, death can change everything. These sons will help us take Kruna to a new level of success, we’re sure, so we expect that you will exemplify all that we stand for here. It’s vitally important that you do.”

“I will, Sir.”
My future husband
. The words echoed in my head.

“I can’t stress this enough, Felicia. You’re to be his wife.”

“I understand, Sir.”

“You are excused. Now that you officially have a Master you are no longer available to patrons or staff. Your collar will be changed immediately. You’ll continue to exercise daily and it may be weeks or longer until he comes for you so you may rest but you will not forget all you’ve been taught. If when he arrives your Master wants additional training, you’ll be enrolled in an advanced transition program to complete before you leave. As of now you are no longer Kruna property but we are stewards in your Master’s absence.”

“Thank you, Sirs. It’s an honor to be chosen.”

I was escorted back to my room by Cleo and one of the other handlers and Cleo radiated barely restrained fury all the way back. When she closed the door after changing my collar and I was alone I let out a breath that it felt like I’d been holding in. Holding in for years.

I would have weeks of peace. Weeks. What would come after that could be anything. It could be hell on earth. It could make me wish I was back here (although not likely as I’d lived in this particular hell long enough). But despite the fact that the next phase of my life or my next phase of my hell was unknown I had weeks of peace to look forward to and I hadn’t had anything specific to look forward to in a very long time so I curled up on the thin mat on the floor that had been my bed for 21 months and 9 days and faced the wall so that the cameras wouldn’t see my face. Then I did something I hadn’t done in 19 months; I quietly let tears fall.

** ** **

I was going to meet my Master and future husband today. It’d been almost two months. They were weird weeks of not being Felicia. Weird weeks of being no one, just this shadow at Kruna with the black X on her throat.

I’d be assessed through spending time with him for a few days here and then he would either take me with him or he’d leave me here for some additional training wherever he saw deficiencies. Or, he’d reject me and they’d choose someone else for him. This was my one chance. If it didn’t happen, I would not get another. Failure was not an option.

I had been sick to my stomach for days with worry. Really, I’d been worried for weeks. The peace I’d thought I’d get was riddled with worries about my future. I knew nothing about him other than the fact that he was a son of a partner in Kruna, an American, and that he’d requested a redhead with a big sexual appetite. I knew nothing about what life would be like after I was taken away from this place.

They had me dressed in a pale flowy peach summer dress, I wore heeled nude sandals, and my hair was trimmed to the middle of my back and then tamed by a flat iron, like it typically was. I wore minimal makeup. I was given new and larger than usual blue sapphire stud earrings to wear with a matching sapphire tennis bracelet. They matched the jewel on my navel as well. I was dressed very differently from what I typically wore, which rarely strayed from lingerie. I hadn’t dressed in clothing designed for the real world for almost 2 years. Underneath the dress were white thigh high stockings with lace garters and matching bra and panties.

Cleo removed the blue leather collar with a dangling X of black obsidian gems on the front before escorting me to a guest suite. I immediately got to my knees to assume my standard waiting pose when Cleo snapped at me to sit on the edge of the bed instead. I avoided the urge to frown and internally shuddered that I had to avoid the urge. Being in street clothes must be messing with my brain because I didn’t normally show any emotion and at this stage didn’t have to tell myself to hide it because it came so naturally to me to keep it all locked away. I was on autopilot all the time. But this situation had me off my game.

Add to that having a naked throat and then being told to do something as simple as sit on a bed instead of waiting on the floor in the pose I’d been trained to wait in were both foreign. I sat and placed my hands in my lap.

Cleo leaned close to my ear and whispered a warning that was soft in volume but the tone was laced with venom, “Fuck this up and that ass is mine, you. I won’t be lenient.”

Cleo, Cleopatra Jade, was a tall and elegant forty seven year old Asian woman with flawless skin, not a wrinkle on her super skinny face, and zero per cent body fat. She had the temper of a Tasmanian devil. She’d stayed away from me the past six weeks but glared at me every time I was in her orbit. I knew that if I was lucky I’d never see her again. It wouldn’t be lucky, exactly, because I didn’t know what was next for me and I didn’t dare to hope, but I’d be forever grateful to never be in her evil clutches again.

I remained frozen, waiting for my future husband. I hadn’t received another brief, which was strange. I expected to be told what persona to assume, what he wanted from my behavior, but that never came. I was on edge because without directions I didn’t know what to do with myself. I had found my way in this world because I always knew what was expected of me but without any instructions to fortify my armor I was feeling uneasy. All I could do was try my best to hide it.

Dare

I opened the door to the room that had been assigned to me for my stay, which they suggested be two days or longer, as lengthy as I wanted, and I knew that I had to play this carefully. It was a spacious room with a king-sized bed and a desk with adjoining bathroom. I was told that under the bed were restraints, whips, and a chest of sex toys, if I wanted them, and that there was a hatch in the ceiling that contained a swing.  It was a nice room despite being discreetly equipped for kink or sexual torture and looked like any typical 5-star hotel. On the edge of the bed sat Felicia Sapphire, my slave.

I couldn’t tell this girl what my plans were. She had to think she was being sold to me. I had to get in and get out and then I’d reveal to her that she was not to be my wife or my slave, but that she would instead gain her freedom back under some very specific conditions that would protect her and protect me and my family from blowback. I had to play things carefully because I did
not
need to be alerting these scumbags to the fact that I was not likeminded. I didn’t know if anything here was being recorded or filmed so I had to play this game carefully.

She was on the edge of a king-sized bed, staring at her hands in her lap. Her beauty took my breath away for a second. She had the face of an angel, almost porcelain doll-like, straight shiny copper-toned hair with auburn highlights. It fell to just past her breast arranged over one shoulder and she was pretty tiny but looked toned and fit.

The short bald Spanish guy who Chen had left me with when he got an urgent call had offered to escort me to the room but I said I’d like to meet my bride-to-be for the first time alone and gave him a smirk. He’d smirked at me with a “By all means; I completely understand. She’s been waiting for you,” and had sent me ahead with a bellboy with plans to have another conversation later that evening or the following morning. The bellboy took my suitcase to the closet and closed the door and then I nodded at him as he shut the door behind himself. I locked it.

Felicia

I’d heard the door open and close and I knew it was the moment of truth. I had no expectations. I knew better than to try to anticipate what would be next. I only knew that I was to not only be owned by this man but was to become his wife, too. That suggested that there would be a certain degree of freedom because the man didn’t just want a slave in his bedroom but wanted the appearance of legitimacy and normalcy that having a wife suggested. I might be expected to have children by him. I’d heard he was American and that meant I’d might get off this continent. I’d get away from
them
, the ones who broke me, who took the person that I was and crushed her into dust.

It also meant an extreme amount of responsibility. To hit this level of elite meant that I was expected to be perfection, Kruna personified. I’d represent him to the world. I’d represent Kruna to
him
. I didn’t know if he was attractive, ugly, psychotic, abusive, or what sexual tastes he would have; all I knew was that I couldn’t screw up.

All of what he was and what my life would be would reveal itself over the coming days. I knew that being sold to become a wife was a level of elite that some women here aspired to, that most feared due to the level of responsibility, but that precious few actually got. It would be as close to normal as normal could get for us. I’d hit the slave girl jackpot for all intents and purposes. There had only been 6 in all of Kruna history, which dated back to the early 1970’s, that became wives, only 36 that had been sold. I would be the seventh wife, 37th slave sold.

I also knew what it did
not
mean. It did not mean life like it had resembled just over two years ago when I went to Thailand and bought myself trouble like I’d never imagined in my worst nightmares. The girl I was back then? The fun-loving fearless girl who loved to drive fast, loved loud music, partying, nightclubs, raves, mechanical bull-riding, playing ice hockey, and roller derby? The girl who wasn’t afraid to express her opinions and tell people where to go? She was gone. I’d shed that skin and become someone else because that was what needed to happen in order for me to survive.

Since I’d been here I’d seen girls survive and I’d seen some who did not. I’d also seen that one girl who’d left a few years earlier to become slave number 34 get returned when her Master died. She committed suicide three days after coming back. From her story I knew I had to try to get out. What she’d found on the other side probably wasn’t exactly bliss but compared to Kruna it had been for her. So much so that being brought back here was worse than death.

I aspired to achieve whatever might be on the other side, even if it might not be bliss. It was something to hold onto and so that’s what I’d worked at. I went on autopilot to do what needed to be done and I’d succeeded. I was about to face the best case scenario, marriage. But I wasn’t exactly jumping for joy because although I’d achieved my goal it didn’t mean I was lucky. I’d soon find out just how lucky or unlucky I was. It didn’t mean I’d be happy or free. And this only happened because Mr. Frost died. If he were still here I might not still be here. I might be dead by now. If he were still here he’d never have let me leave this place. He told me that daily. But fate was kind enough to take him from my life and now I was looking at Point C.

Succeeding in being sold also didn’t even mean I’d never ever see Kruna again, either, because I knew guests and partners who visited often brought their slaves with them. It just meant a different kind of prison from what I had right now and I didn’t know if it’d be better or if it’d be worse but I knew it was away from here and that was precisely what I had been working toward because that was the only thing I could do, the only hope I had.