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“It’s because we’re here. She’s a little nervous around her uncles. But soon she won’t have to be,” Clinton added. “Well, she might be nervous around Uncle Math all the time. Sometimes, I still get nervous around him.”
She looked over at Clinton in disbelief. He was nervous around Matthias? There was no way. While Matthias was taller and more muscular, Clinton wasn’t a small man.
Uncle Clinton had a twinkle in his eye, and she knew he just lied. But why? It didn’t make any sense.
“He’s trying to make you comfortable,” Daddy whispered in her ear.
Her eyebrows raised as she continued to look at Uncle Clinton. She had not expected him to do that. For him to be so thoughtful.
“I’m the fun uncle,” he said. “If you want a lecture, go to Uncle Dahmere. And if you want a glare and the silent treatment, go to Uncle Math.”
“Hey! I don’t give lectures,” Uncle Dahmere sounded offended.
“You do. The other day, you gave me a lecture about giving Sydney chocolate.”
“That’s because you gave her four bars. Who gives a Little four bars at one time?”
“Uhh me?” Uncle Clinton said in a duh tone.
“You were trying to put her on a sugar high! I didn’t need that!”
Sydney was Dahmere’s girl? Margery was having a hard time keeping up with everything.
“Sydney is a Little who Dahmere is interested in,” Daddy whispered.
She nodded and continued to look at Uncle Dahmere and Uncle Clinton.
“She is mine!” Dahmere turned to Daddy. “Don’t you fucking say otherwise.”
“Doesn’t seem like it,” Uncle Clinton muttered.
“She’s nervous. She grew up with us and knows what wedo. Does she want to live like this for the rest of her life?” Dahmere raised his voice. “I’m trying not to pressure her.”
“If it were me, I would tie her to my bed and not let her leave until she knew she was mine and wasn’t going anywhere,” Matthias finally spoke.
Her mouth hung open. Margery felt bad for whoever this Sydney girl was. Who wanted to live like that? She had struggled with staying in Daddy’s room for several days, but to be tied to the bed. Absolute torture.
“Well, that took a turn,” Uncle Clinton commented.
“Did you need something, Matthias?” Daddy asked.
She looked over and waited for him to say something. Matthias looked at her and then at Daddy.
“The shipment is ready,” Matthias announced.
Her eyebrows went up. Shipment of what? Daddy didn’t talk about getting any shipments.
“What shipment?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
Margery wanted to know, and she was going to ask the question until he answered. Maybe then he would get annoyed and tell her. But what she didn’t expect was for him to answer it right away.
“A shipment of girls,” Matthias said it like it was no big deal.
She opened her mouth, getting ready to ask so many questions.
“I’ll be back. You can roam around the house, but you won’t be able to leave.” Daddy kissed the top of her head.
Was he leaving now? What did he mean by girls? Wasthis the skins he was talking about earlier? Did he sell them? Was he going to sell her? What had he gotten himself into?
