Free Hunted by Jaycee Clark Page A

it. I know you don’t believe that, but it is the truth.”
    “I don’t want to talk about it.”
    “You’ll have to sooner or later. Might as well be now.”
    She glared at him, then quickly lowered her eyes.
    “You can answer my questions to my satisfaction, or answer questions with several others present. It’s up to you, but questions will be answered.” The ring of finality was not lost on her. Had she actually thought she could deter him?
    “Will you leave me alone if I talk to you?”
    He shrugged.
    “Fine. What are your questions? I’ll answer the ones I can.”
    “Were you one of Jezek’s girls?” His fingers drummed the smooth steering wheel.
    She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. Distance herself. She used to be good at it. But sometimes distance only brought you right back to where you began. “Jezek has lots of girls. He likes harems. He likes to come home and see all the girls waiting for him, with as little clothing as possible. Just for him. They’re like . . . like things. Pretty things just for him.” She remembered the smell of his house. “He uses incense. Lots of it, so much it’s sickening. He has it specially made or something. A musky, fruit scent.”
    “In Italy. A perfumer there creates it just for him.”
    It didn’t surprise her that he knew. Not really.
    “The first days were the worst. The very worst. But he liked me, tried to train me. One of the other girls there tried to tell me what he liked, what he didn’t . . . ” She waved her hand, as if that would push the memories away. “I hated him. Hated her. Hated everything.”
    “He kept you in the brothel?”
    She shook her head. “No, not at first. He said I was too pretty. I deserved better.” Her memory sucked her back to the finely furnished room, the silks, expensive works of art. Mikhail dressed in his favorite linen Armani, the way he’d caressed her cheek. She took a deep breath. “He wanted me to be his special lady. We were at some mansion outside of Prague. Some old estate.”
    He turned his head sharply at her. “Yes, on the outskirts of Prague, his estate. Jezek likes to entertain.”
    She nodded. “Then there was his estate somewhere else. I don’t know where because he’d given me something and I just woke up in another place.” She hated the not knowing. Hated it as much as all the memories she did have.
    “So he wanted you for his special lady . I haven’t heard this one before. As you said, the man likes his variety.”
    Dusk—Morgan. She was Morgan. Morgan Gaelord.
    She sighed. “He does. Next came the drugs. He doesn’t like his ladies to be strung out and hyped up, but if it gets him what he wants . . . ” She shrugged. “Then he’ll do it.” She’d learned that from Dame. “He’ll do anything.”
    “And what did he want?”
    “Me.”
    Silence from the other side of the car. She leaned her head back and stared out at the night blurring by the window.
    “What type of drugs?”
    Again she sighed. Did he not listen? “I told you. Some X at first. He wanted me to want to fuck him. But then, I think he realized I’d rather screw him on a hit of X than not, so he took it away.” She remembered the deep depression that brought on. “But it was like he just . . . knew. Knew I was lying about everything. He never did understand why I didn’t want him. Why I’d rather have a drug before I had to sleep with him.” Before he raped her. “So, he gave me a drug. He sent me on a narrated K trip.” She remembered the feeling of floating, of living a nightmare, a nightmare his words created. The way he’d sit and smile at her after she finally became coherent and then he’d fuck her. After all, she got her drug first. A harsh chuckle scraped up her throat. “I learned quickly. So I did what he wanted, it was easier than the beatings and I thought if I did what was asked, they wouldn’t give me any more drugs. But they did.” She fisted her hands. “God, I hated that. I