Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
She considered him for a moment, head to one side, and folded both hands over the tablet screen. “If you’re up to it, I’d like our doctor to take a look at you. She won’t be able to do anything about those emotional scars, but we can at least help make sure your wrists don’t scar.”
After a moment of silence, she stood up. “My name is Summer, in case I forgot to tell you that. I’m an empath. You’ve met my cousin Spring, who heals, and my twin Winter, who is a mundane but very important to us all the same. You probably won’t meet Autumn unless you decide to go outside, and we don’t have any other guests at the moment.”
“Fine,” Derek murmured again when addressed about the doctor. It was odd, the way she spoke to him and treated him. All of them. Like his opinion mattered. Which he supposed it did, considering he was a live being. But all the same, he’d never been treated that way before. He just stared at her after that, unsure what he was supposed to do, sitting up against the headboard of the bed.
Her gaze softened under his stare. “You can do as you like here,” Summer said gently. “We would prefer it if you took care of yourself, slept and ate and bathed and exercised and so forth. The only thing you can’t do right now is leave the compound.” Putting the tablet down, she sat on the edge of the bed, resting her hand on his leg. “Please try to trust us, a little.”