the ordeal ended a couple of days ago, but alex is still reeling. she thought she could handle anything hell could throw at her, but this… this is going to take some time to recover from. time is a luxury she doesn’t have in the brothel, though. slaves don’t vacation days — whether they’re traumatized or not. she’s physically and emotionally exhausted, but nobody seems to cares as long as her cunt still works. she’d like to believe that gus cares for her, but she knows she’s a dime a dozen to him. just another set of holes. that’s why she keeps her distance when he walks by her cell instead of tripping over herself to get close to him like she usually does. “i’m sad and i’m sore and i’m angry so just… rent somebody else, okay? and no, i don’t want to talk about it.” she finally says.
His eyes narrowed at her dismissal. He was in no mood to cater to her pitiful whims. “Come here right now.” He snarled moodily. Then he forced himself to keep his formidable temper under control. “Come here.” He murmured more smoothly, “If you do not wish to speak, that is fine but I shall not leave you here to become one more pathetic creature.”