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.
Both women turned to him, faintly amused. “So providing for you doesn’t gain us anything?” Summer inquired. Then she waved her hand. “No, never mind that, because clearly it didn’t and doesn’t. I was going to wait a few days for this, but now’s as good a time as any, really.” She gave Spring a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
Spring, as unruffled as ever, gazed after the departing redhead with cool green eyes, then gestured at the examining table. “How have you been eating? Are you in any physical pain? Any cuts or marks you didn’t show me yesterday?”
Derek huffed and very nearly pouted, more scowled as Summer flitted from the room. “What’s she playing at? Should I feel bad now because of those digs at me? I don’t know how to function here! I’m used to being treated as subhuman, as scum, beat and electrocuted, and because I’ve been a grand total of maybe 16 hours without that I’m supposed to be grateful and open up about trusting people!” he burst out in a low roar.
He huffed again at her calm and scowled from the corner, not going to the table, not wanting to sit and be prodded at right now. “I’m fine. Eating. Following vague people around in a strange place.” The last question he paused before answering. “It’s nothing that isn’t working on healing,” he murmured and shrank back to the corner a bit more.
Spring waited until he’d fallen to silence again before speaking. “Some that we bring here respond better to simple kindness than others. When we find one who doesn’t, Summer takes it as a personal … insult. She wishes you not to hurt.” Perching on the edge of the table, the blonde simply watches him.
“What do you want to know?”