“We need to talk,” he states.
My mouth stops chewing.
“It’s nothing bad,” he soothes. “I just want to ask a few questions. A simple nod will suffice. Okay?”
I swallow hard and contemplate on whether to agree or not, unsure what he might want.
“Red?” he calls when I don’t answer.
My eyes lift to find his and my head bobs slightly before I take another bite.
“Did Jagger use or does he still use you as a sex slave?”
I wince, not sure how to answer. It was only the first client who was brought to me that I was intended to service that way.
“I’ll change the question,” Ryan states. “Did he use you as a sex slave in the beginning?”
I nod because it was the truth, it just never turned out that way.
“Does he still do it?”
My head shakes before I take a sip of my drink.
“Good,” Ryan replies. “He uses you to kill them, then?”
I nod again.
“Does he give you a weapon?”
My head tilts side to side.
“So…that’s a sometimes?”
I confirm that his guess is correct.
“How many have you killed?”
I think, and even though this isn’t a yes or no answer, it’s much easier to respond. Taking his hand, I start writing numbers.
“One,” Ryan repeats.
I nod and then write another number.
“Three.” He looks at me. “Is it one or three…shit! You mean thirteen?”
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