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He pulls a picture out of the pocket of his Armani suit jacket and slides it across the black surface “Here is your first assignment”

Picking it up, I look it over but quickly lift ain “What about her?” I ask confused

“She is to be yours”

My gift—a chosen one

Freshht notour senior year, we are rewarded for our servitude with sex We’re allowed to take more than one chosen one We can share her with the other Lords if we’d like It happens a lot I don’t kno ies I’ve watched over the past three years There are no rules for us once we take on a chosen Only for the woly take the oath to belong to us—then they are ours If a friend wants her for a night, we have the power to say yes or no But if they are caught stepping out, they are punished Humiliation is key

I snort at his answer and throw the picture down “No, seriously”

His light brown eyes just stare atto be in the position that he has Not ood shape, a full head of dark hair that he keeps slicked back But that’s a Lord for you We put all the hard work in during our first three years of college Once we graduate froton, we rule

I look away, running hto me”

“She does … for now” The man nods once

She’s a junior this year at Barrington I know her but have never spoken to her No reason to Like I said, she doesn’t belong to h at his silence, I pick it back up She stands in thedown at her cell, she’s oblivious that so pictures of her She wears a pair of low-cut jeans and a white T-shirt Her dark hair is down, the wind blowing it in her face

“This has to be wrong,” I urge, shaking my head “She is …”

“Are you denying a direct order?” he asks, tilting his head to the side

I grind my teeth “No It’s just …”

“Good” He stands, ripping the picture from my hands “Do what must be done and make it happen”