girl.
The shutters come down on her eyes, hiding what she feels. She makes herself comfortable, pulling her knees to her chest. “So, what do we do now?” she asks, trying to come off as nonchalant as she can. It’s not working. I hear the slight tremor in her voice.
“You’re going to be the perfect slave.” She needs a shower. Her hair is sticking to her face and neck. I take hold of the leash. “Let’s get you clean.” I tug lightly on the leash, giving her time to move. I’m not a total ass. I know she’s in pain from where Warren kicked her.
She surprises me again by following close behind me. I never know when she’s going to lash out and fight. I take her out the back to where the hoses are. That’s as close to a shower we’ll get around here. I pick up the nozzle and first let the water run a bit. The first bit is always hot.
Once it’s cold I turn to her. “Take off the dress,” I say it harshly so she’ll know I’m not joking around.
She hesitates, looks around her and then drags the dress over her head. It’s bruising badly where Warren kicked her. I hope it fades in time for the auction.
“Throw the dress over here. We don’t want your only piece of clothing to get wet.” When she chucks it by my feet, she glances up. I don’t want to look in her eyes and see whatever she’s feeling. “Eyes always down!” I bark and then turn the hose on her.
She shrieks and at first tries to crawl away, but I just yank her back by her leash. Eventually she gets the message and sits still. Another minute passes and she must feel better, because she lifts her hair to get some of the cool water under her hair. I adjust the nozzle, making the flow of water weaker. I crouch by her and hold the nozzle in front of her face. “Drink while you can.” She grabs my hand and holding the nozzle closer, she gulps down mouthfuls.
I wait until she’s had her fill and then let the water wash over her breasts. The red lace has darkened and her nipples pucker hard under the wet fabric. I trace a finger along her breast, where the material ends and her creamy skin begins. She lowers her face, turning it slightly away from me.
She’s doing it again. She won’t acknowledge me or my touch. She’s showing me in her own way that she won’t let me in, and if she doesn’t let me in, I can’t break her.
I reach for the scrap of lace. For a moment I see the urge to fight burning in her eyes. I peel it off her, leaving her completely exposed. She immediately folds her arms over her chest, covering herself.
“Kris, you have to start learning now,” I make sure I sound bored with her. “You’re a slave. You’re only alive so someone can use your body for their own pleasure. We have to display what’s up for grabs on Monday. Call it advertising.” I can see the dark scowl on her face. Of course she’ll want to fight me.
I notice movement out of the corner of my eye. A quick glance and I know Bill is watching me with her.
I get up and yank her along, back to the container. I leave the doors open behind us on purpose and drag her over to the hook hanging from the roof. It’s usually used to hang the idiots up so they can be used as punching bags.
I unsnap the leash and turning Kristine around, I tie her hands with it. I lift her arms high so I can hook them. She struggles against me, and it only makes her body swing wildly.
I watch her hang, her body stretched out for me. Drops of water run down her skin, begging to be licked. But there will be none of that just yet. Bill is watching, I can feel his eyes on my back. It’s time for a show.
~*~
Chapter Twenty
Kristine~
No! No … No … No! I’m on full display for the sadistic perverts watching.
I’m eye level with Garrett. No matter how much I stretch, my toes can’t find a footing. My body swings around until Garret takes hold of my hips, steadying me, then he lets go again. The zipping sound of leather on material makes me look down.
The shutters come down on her eyes, hiding what she feels. She makes herself comfortable, pulling her knees to her chest. “So, what do we do now?” she asks, trying to come off as nonchalant as she can. It’s not working. I hear the slight tremor in her voice.
“You’re going to be the perfect slave.” She needs a shower. Her hair is sticking to her face and neck. I take hold of the leash. “Let’s get you clean.” I tug lightly on the leash, giving her time to move. I’m not a total ass. I know she’s in pain from where Warren kicked her.
She surprises me again by following close behind me. I never know when she’s going to lash out and fight. I take her out the back to where the hoses are. That’s as close to a shower we’ll get around here. I pick up the nozzle and first let the water run a bit. The first bit is always hot.
Once it’s cold I turn to her. “Take off the dress,” I say it harshly so she’ll know I’m not joking around.
She hesitates, looks around her and then drags the dress over her head. It’s bruising badly where Warren kicked her. I hope it fades in time for the auction.
“Throw the dress over here. We don’t want your only piece of clothing to get wet.” When she chucks it by my feet, she glances up. I don’t want to look in her eyes and see whatever she’s feeling. “Eyes always down!” I bark and then turn the hose on her.
She shrieks and at first tries to crawl away, but I just yank her back by her leash. Eventually she gets the message and sits still. Another minute passes and she must feel better, because she lifts her hair to get some of the cool water under her hair. I adjust the nozzle, making the flow of water weaker. I crouch by her and hold the nozzle in front of her face. “Drink while you can.” She grabs my hand and holding the nozzle closer, she gulps down mouthfuls.
I wait until she’s had her fill and then let the water wash over her breasts. The red lace has darkened and her nipples pucker hard under the wet fabric. I trace a finger along her breast, where the material ends and her creamy skin begins. She lowers her face, turning it slightly away from me.
She’s doing it again. She won’t acknowledge me or my touch. She’s showing me in her own way that she won’t let me in, and if she doesn’t let me in, I can’t break her.
I reach for the scrap of lace. For a moment I see the urge to fight burning in her eyes. I peel it off her, leaving her completely exposed. She immediately folds her arms over her chest, covering herself.
“Kris, you have to start learning now,” I make sure I sound bored with her. “You’re a slave. You’re only alive so someone can use your body for their own pleasure. We have to display what’s up for grabs on Monday. Call it advertising.” I can see the dark scowl on her face. Of course she’ll want to fight me.
I notice movement out of the corner of my eye. A quick glance and I know Bill is watching me with her.
I get up and yank her along, back to the container. I leave the doors open behind us on purpose and drag her over to the hook hanging from the roof. It’s usually used to hang the idiots up so they can be used as punching bags.
I unsnap the leash and turning Kristine around, I tie her hands with it. I lift her arms high so I can hook them. She struggles against me, and it only makes her body swing wildly.
I watch her hang, her body stretched out for me. Drops of water run down her skin, begging to be licked. But there will be none of that just yet. Bill is watching, I can feel his eyes on my back. It’s time for a show.
~*~
Chapter Twenty
Kristine~
No! No … No … No! I’m on full display for the sadistic perverts watching.
I’m eye level with Garrett. No matter how much I stretch, my toes can’t find a footing. My body swings around until Garret takes hold of my hips, steadying me, then he lets go again. The zipping sound of leather on material makes me look down.
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