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Chase shook his head. "No, no, you can't be yourself!" he protested with a laugh. "You don't wear jewels while farming, do you? No, I didn't think so. Hmm. Violet. That's a good name. Tonight you're Violet. Now hold still, Violet, I want to do the full diamond set first. Hands in your lap, crossed just so. Perfect."

He turned serious as he staged her, becoming silent again. Elsie found an odd eroticism in the impersonality of the work: he touched her skin when he draped jewelry on her, but he wasn't touching her; he stood close and zoomed his camera even closer, but he wasn't taking pictures of her. She didn't exist for him. Her body did, a little, but mostly she was just a stand for his art. A living mannequin for him to manipulate.

Then, too, there was appeal in the way his shyness evaporated as he worked. He put her hands in her lap, arranging them just so as he sought the perfect picture for his bracelets. He draped her hair over her shoulder, then back, then behind her ear, then forward again. He leaned in and touched up her lipstick, determined to get the shine exactly right as her lips hovered at the top of the frame for a necklace shot.

"I'll bet," he murmured, his voice quiet and musing as he worked; he'd done the diamond set and was moving onto individual pieces of emerald, "you wouldn't even talk to me if you met me on the street."

Elsie blinked at him. "I'm sorry?"

"Rich girl like you," he continued, studying her ears as he clipped a single drop earring on the side he wanted to photograph. "Miss Violet. Hoity-fucking-toity heiress from the city. Surprised you even stepped foot in my shop. What, didn't trust an errand girl to come down and pick up your custom order?"

She stared at him and cleared her throat. "Chase?"

He made a sarcastic show of reeling back in surprise, pausing to take another picture before settling into place and turning her chin for a new angle. "My god, she knows my name and can use it," he observed in an angry deadpan. "My cup runneth over with gratitude, your ladyship. This peon humbly thanks you for your grasp of basic manners. That's how you expect me to react, isn't it? Over-fucking-joyed?

Elsie froze in place. This was some kind of game, obviously, but one she had no idea how to play-and no desire to learn. She swallowed, hoping her lack of response would cause him to lose interest and go back to the silence he'd employed before.

Instead, his hand flashed out and struck her on the cheek. Not hard, but enough to make her jump; no one had struck her face since she was a small child. "I'm talking to you, Violet. I'm well aware you think you're better than me, but you don't pay me enough to play along. Answer me when I speak to you."

Her breath shaky, Elsie turned her eyes to look at him, remaining motionless for the camera that still clicked over her skin. "I'm sorry?" The tiny uptick questioned whether this was enough, whether her answer was right. "I wasn't sure what to say, Chase." She racked her brain, wondering what excuse 'Violet' would give. "No one's ever spoken to me like that before." That much was true for Elsie as well.

Chase snorted, but at least no further strikes rained down on her. "You'd be better off if more people did, Violet. You've been spoiled since the day you were born and now you're a selfish overgrown child. People would spit on you if they didn't want a piece of your daddy's money. Lift your chin."

She did so, lip quivering, and he snapped another picture. "Please," Elsie whispered, trying to catch his eye.

He didn't look at her, his attention taken by his work. "Please what?"

Please don't hurt me, she wanted to say. Please let me go home. Please don't make me play this game. Please go back to being the nice guy you were before all this began. Elsie swallowed again, trying to play along and not anger him, but hoping he would hear the genuine fear in her voice. "Please, I don't want you to dislike me. I'm not a selfish child, I'm not... I'm not the Violet you think I am."

That finally drew his eyes to hers, but his expression was flat

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