“Spread those pretty legs of yours, one four zero.”
She was shaking. Mateo could see the fine tremors rippling through her body, but she did as she was told, and he had to grind his teeth together when he saw how much of the gel Henry squeezed out. When the man put his hand between Ally’s legs, Mateo had to clench his teeth together to stop a snarl coming out. It might feel amazing to slam his fist into Henry, but it would only make things worse.
So he did the only thing he could. He stood there and watched Ally’s skin flush as Henry guided her over to the bed, and had her position her legs in a way that showed off her glistening center, had her place one hand on one of her breasts, her other between her legs, then picked up a camera.
No matter how many times he reminded himself it wouldn't be long until she was safe again, it didn't feel like it would happen quickly enough. He should have found a way to get her out before now, ignored the risks, and gone for it.
Too late now.
He’d set them on this path, and now they had to finish it off, even if he hated it.
Chapter
Eleven
August 19th
11:52 A.M.
“One more,” Henry said as he held up another outfit.
“Really? You’ve been at this for two hours now,” Mateo said, no longer even bothering to keep the irritation out of his voice.
“You can leave if you want to. No one is demanding that you stay here,” Henry shot back.
Ally’s gaze quickly flew to Mateo. He was lounging against the wall by the door, the same place he’d been standing for the entire two hours she’d been having photographs taken. She didn't want him to leave. He was the only thing keeping her sane, and any time this all got to be too much, and she was overwhelmed and scared out of her mind, she sought him out, finding his quiet strength soothing.
If she wasn't terrified of what would happen to both of them if she did, she’d demand that he stay.
Trying to make that clear with her gaze, she knew she did, because he gave a small head nod, and an even smaller encouraging smile. He wouldn't leave. Relief flushed throughher, and as it did, she realized that the arousal was starting to dim as well. She no longer felt the need to touch herself, ease her own discomfort.
It had been so bad earlier that when Henry had positioned her on the bed and told her to make herself come, she’d done it without hesitation, the need too great to worry about having an audience. She’d barely even noticed the flashing of the camera as he snapped photos of her.
He didn't always let her get herself off, though.
One of the photos had been on a spanking bench, and while he hadn't actually hit her, the way she was positioned had her aching center spread open for view, and if it had just been her and Mateo, she would have asked him to make her come. There had been pictures with her bent over the side of the bed, too, and dressed in outfits ranging from skimpy lingerie to a cat and a bunny, and he’d even made her dress up like a baby for one shot. There’d been photos with clamps on her nipples, gags in her mouth, and some with her using toys on herself. Henry had let her come a few times when she played with those.
Now, though, she was exhausted and drained, emotionally, psychologically, mentally, and physically. All she wanted was to get out of here, get sold, and then be rescued.
Regardless of what happened to her in the time between when she was sold and when she was rescued, she was going to walk away from this ordeal with deep, running scars, and it had been unfair of her to place that burden on Mateo’s shoulders. It wasn't as if he’d gotten her out yesterday, or the day before, or the day she’d first been brought here, that she wouldn't have suffered those same long-lasting wounds.
“Hurry up then,” Mateo snapped, and Henry rolled his eyes.
“She’s going to look stunning as a princess,” Henry said as he rifled through the wardrobe taking up most of one wall, and pulled out a blue princess gown. Well, not a gown like you’d seea Disney princess wear, but a gown like if you took a Disney princess gown and made it X-rated.
Because Ally knew the quickest way out of this room was to put the clothes on and let Henry take her picture, she held out her hand. It didn't take long to slip the sexy princess gown on, and when he handed her a tiara and a pair of heels, she put those on too.
Then she let him arrange her in one provocative pose after another.
How many other women had passed through this room? Stood, fighting back tears, alternating between feeling completely numb, to so scared it was hard to draw oxygen into their lungs. How many had allowed themselves to be posed like a doll because they’d already accepted their fate?
“Okay, I'm done,” Henry finally announced, sounding practically giddy with excitement.
“Go upload them and I’ll put her away,” Mateo said, striding toward her, and practically yanking the tiara from her head, making her wince when it snagged in her hair.
“Want to make a bet on how long it’ll take her to be snapped up?” Henry asked.
“Less than an hour,” Mateo replied.