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she was Aimee again, honest to a fault and brutal. That's how I knew she was going to be okay. She was strong and if she needed to hate me and want vengeance for her sister’s death to do it then I guess that was okay.
    "One day you'll understand. I have something for you, wait here ." I got out the bath and hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid, I walked to the bathroom door, my clothes all wet. I punched the code in and left her in the bathroom as I walked up the corridor to my room. Inside it was painted cream with one wall in red, the bed lining was red silk and Egyptian cotton, the drapes were cream and the wardrobe across from the bed was pine. I pulled my top and jeans off and threw them in a bag to throw away. I heard footsteps and my brows furrowed as I saw a very naked Aimee in my door way.
    "Oh - Sorry, I... You left the door open a little so I ... You think you could cover - that – up," she said, pointing to my length.
    "Well it wouldn't be there if you didn't walk around butt naked, you really should stay in the bathr oom. But since you never seem to do as I say, come here" I commanded and expected her to ignore me. She didn't, and moved into the room.
    "You've seen me naked; I really have no reason to be coy anymore, especially since I’ll be a sex slave in a few weeks, which is apparently my life now. I should be shocked; but I think I ran out of that emotion a long time ago" She moved inside and ran her fingers over my bed lining and turned away from me. I picked up the silver chain and locket from my trouser pant pocket in my wardrobe and turned around, her back was to me, I touched her back lightly and she flinched; she had so many bruises on her skin. She didn't seem scared which surprised me. I pulled the chain around her neck and clasped it to her throat. She turned and held the locket in her hand and looked from it into my eyes.
    "Where… how come you have this?" her eyes pricked with tears as she opened the locket clasp and stroked a finger over the photo of her angelic sister and I watched a tear roll down her cheek.
    "I took it, I was going to give it to you but ... well there you go" I watched her smile for the first time, her lips rose and it made her face bright, she looked beautiful, even with her face battered.
    "I have to take you back, Aimee."
    Her eyes ripped into me, pleading with me.
    "Let me go, Draco. Please. I know you aren't like Rahul, please ." She looked so desperate, and as much as I wanted to protect her, nice time was over.
    "No , Aimee, you are a product to me, you need to stay. You will be sold, and you will be a slave. That is your future. Do not get confused about that." I stared into her eyes as I said it.
    "Fuck you ," she muttered.
    "Oh you will ." I took her by the hand, both of us still naked as I pressed my finger into the fingerprint scanner to her room and pushed her hard inside while she sobbed.

Chapter Fifteen - Aimee
    He pushed me into my cell; his part of this place was all Egyptian cotton while I didn't even have a bed. My head felt like I had been run over by a truck and my whole body ached. I leant against a wall as he left briefly. He had been different today, not nice but different. I still hated the murderer, but for some fucked up reason I was also grateful that he looked after me, even if it was his fault in the long run. I knew that this rope I was walking on was unsafe but maybe he would see something in me and maybe he would decide I was good enough to let go and not be sold. Maybe I was just delusional.
    I trust Draco. I shouldn't, at all, but I do. I was scared before, but something about him, in his eyes tells me this isn't him, maybe I’m becoming psychotic or just wishful thinking but I wonder if he doesn't want to hurt me. In the deep pit of his soul if this is a job much like anything else. The butcher may not want the pig to die, but he’ll still hang its corpse up and cut the meat to sell it; it is a job and maybe that is all this is to a