“You see, that one comes from a… different background. She isn’t currently offered for sale.” Richard’s eyes gleamed, clearly wanting to tell me how he came into possession of such a piece of property.

“Oh?” I took the bait.

“It’s a bit of a unique story, really,” he started. “She was picked up in New England when she was fifteen and ended up being his personal piece. The kid who took her says she was the perfect target, sitting in an airport alone at one AM.” My gaze drifted back to the slight girl perched in the corner as he continued to talk. “The kid did everything right, and she didn’t even fight him,” Richard paused, waiting for me to react.

“So she’s simple.” I cut in. Certainly only a very slow girl would allow herself to be taken by a male stranger without a fight, no matter how attractive he was- that just isn’t normal.

“She’s actually as smart as a whip,” he countered. “She was clearheaded enough to know better than to get in a fistfight with a guy twice her size.” I considered that for a moment, and then motioned for him to continue. “So she went with him, and the kid thought it was because she was totally in love. He ended up keeping her, putting her up in his apartment in Vegas and spending all his time with her when he wasn’t out snatching more girls for his boss. But then he decided he wanted to train her to be a sub instead of just his girl, and that was where he had a problem.”

I interrupted again, skeptically. “Is she not submissive?” The girl was sitting alone with her back pressed into a corner, methodically playing solitaire on the floor in front of her. She hadn’t met either of our gazes when we walked in, and hadn’t picked her head up since. She appeared to be a textbook submissive.

“She is, very much so, I’m getting to that. Anyways, the kid couldn’t figure out how to make her listen to him, and didn’t have the time or knowledge to put the work in. So, he shipped her off and had someone else do it for him. Now this was a very reputable facility, and the girl is a natural, an absolutely perfect student and very respectful, so of course, she was trained very correctly. When the kid got her back, he had a much less refined technique and couldn’t get what he wanted out of her. He got angry, and she behaved worse as a result. He beat her senseless and turned her over to his boss, and said he didn’t want her anymore. Obviously the boss knew that the kid was great at his job and not much else, and said that he would take care of it. Fortunately, he saw potential in the girl the kid hadn’t seen, so he patched her up and is boarding her here to be rehabbed and sold.”

“Wow,” I said, shocked she had gotten so lucky. “So what’s she been doing for however long since then?” I was very curious as to how one would even start fixing a mistake like that.

“Well, when she arrived, she had a concussion, broken ribs and fingers and was bruised everywhere, and she had already been healing from it for two weeks.