comment on the two apprentices and that’s what I did. I told them to get rid of one because he’s a damn sadist. The other has possibilities.”
“ For the record,” Damek said, “they took your advice. The last thing Carnal needs is a trainer who ruins the merchandise. By the way, management asked me if you’d said anything about when you might come back to work. We need you.”
“ I’m not ready.” He rubbed his leg.
“ Physically or emotionally?”
“ Go to hell.”
Damek sighed. “That’s what I thought. Maybe grabbing her is proof that you’re getting ready to get back in the saddle.”
“ Maybe.”
Working for Carnal Incorporated paid more bills than anything else he’d ever done, not that he had much of a resume. All of the facilities were first class and for the most part he could pick when he wanted to be on the clock. As for the work itself—hell, what man wouldn’t want to spend his life pawing and endless succession of naked female flesh?
Maybe him.
“ What are you going to do with her?” Damek asked.
He didn’t have to tell his co-worker anything. If he again told Damek go to hell, that would be the end of things. Their friendship would continue, he simply wouldn’t step over that particular line. But Damek was the only person on this earth he ever let down his hair around.
“ I haven’t decided. I’m playing this one step at a time.”
“ So you saw her, picked up some vibes, and decided to grab her?”
“ Something like that.”
“ Hell, it isn’t that simple and we both know it. Don’t damage the merchandise.”
“ I don’t intend to.” He wasn’t sure he meant it because maybe if he broke her into little pieces and fashioned her into the ultimate sex slave, he’d stop asking himself who and what she was and why he wanted her in his life.
“ Anything you want me to tell management?”
Good question. One he needed to answer. “I’m not sure.” Disgusted with himself, he stood and walked over to the door. Once this conversation was over with, he’d open it, go down the stairs, and—and what? “Tell them there’s been a complication.”
“ That’s what this broad is to you, a complication?”
“ I don’t know.”
But I need to find out.
#
He was wearing slippers.
If her captor asked why she’d noted that, Kaci wasn’t sure she’d be able to explain. Maybe the whispery sound made her think he was stalking her. Maybe he appeared less intimidating this way.
She hurt and yet she didn’t. Every nerve in her immobile body was on high alert which reminded her of what it had felt like to look out a cell window at a spring morning and know she wouldn’t feel the sun on her back today.
No! She wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t beg. Would get through this just as she’d survived her stint as a juvenile delinquent.
And her childhood.
“ You have to pee.”
Her captor hadn’t said anything when he’d first re-joined her. Instead, after descending the stairs, he’d planted himself near her right side. Even though she hadn’t looked at him—ignoring him was her only defiant act—she had no choice but to face what he was seeing.
Helpless and partly naked female flesh.
He snorted and yanked on the rope between her legs, making her squeal. “Let’s get something straight, slave. Every time I ask a question, you will respond to the best of your ability. I know how to get the truth out of someone. Your choice—either it goes easy or hard.”
Damn him! He didn’t have a single speck of humanity in him. Angry, she faced him and jerked her head up and down.
“ What’s that look?”
Fuck you. The emotion under control, she made her expression go neutral.
“ I know what it is.” He tapped her cheek. “You’d like nothing more than to see me in hell.” Again he patted the side of her face, forcing her to concentrate on not shying away. “Interesting. I thought you’d be more scared than pissed.” He slipped a finger under the strap that
“ For the record,” Damek said, “they took your advice. The last thing Carnal needs is a trainer who ruins the merchandise. By the way, management asked me if you’d said anything about when you might come back to work. We need you.”
“ I’m not ready.” He rubbed his leg.
“ Physically or emotionally?”
“ Go to hell.”
Damek sighed. “That’s what I thought. Maybe grabbing her is proof that you’re getting ready to get back in the saddle.”
“ Maybe.”
Working for Carnal Incorporated paid more bills than anything else he’d ever done, not that he had much of a resume. All of the facilities were first class and for the most part he could pick when he wanted to be on the clock. As for the work itself—hell, what man wouldn’t want to spend his life pawing and endless succession of naked female flesh?
Maybe him.
“ What are you going to do with her?” Damek asked.
He didn’t have to tell his co-worker anything. If he again told Damek go to hell, that would be the end of things. Their friendship would continue, he simply wouldn’t step over that particular line. But Damek was the only person on this earth he ever let down his hair around.
“ I haven’t decided. I’m playing this one step at a time.”
“ So you saw her, picked up some vibes, and decided to grab her?”
“ Something like that.”
“ Hell, it isn’t that simple and we both know it. Don’t damage the merchandise.”
“ I don’t intend to.” He wasn’t sure he meant it because maybe if he broke her into little pieces and fashioned her into the ultimate sex slave, he’d stop asking himself who and what she was and why he wanted her in his life.
“ Anything you want me to tell management?”
Good question. One he needed to answer. “I’m not sure.” Disgusted with himself, he stood and walked over to the door. Once this conversation was over with, he’d open it, go down the stairs, and—and what? “Tell them there’s been a complication.”
“ That’s what this broad is to you, a complication?”
“ I don’t know.”
But I need to find out.
#
He was wearing slippers.
If her captor asked why she’d noted that, Kaci wasn’t sure she’d be able to explain. Maybe the whispery sound made her think he was stalking her. Maybe he appeared less intimidating this way.
She hurt and yet she didn’t. Every nerve in her immobile body was on high alert which reminded her of what it had felt like to look out a cell window at a spring morning and know she wouldn’t feel the sun on her back today.
No! She wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t beg. Would get through this just as she’d survived her stint as a juvenile delinquent.
And her childhood.
“ You have to pee.”
Her captor hadn’t said anything when he’d first re-joined her. Instead, after descending the stairs, he’d planted himself near her right side. Even though she hadn’t looked at him—ignoring him was her only defiant act—she had no choice but to face what he was seeing.
Helpless and partly naked female flesh.
He snorted and yanked on the rope between her legs, making her squeal. “Let’s get something straight, slave. Every time I ask a question, you will respond to the best of your ability. I know how to get the truth out of someone. Your choice—either it goes easy or hard.”
Damn him! He didn’t have a single speck of humanity in him. Angry, she faced him and jerked her head up and down.
“ What’s that look?”
Fuck you. The emotion under control, she made her expression go neutral.
“ I know what it is.” He tapped her cheek. “You’d like nothing more than to see me in hell.” Again he patted the side of her face, forcing her to concentrate on not shying away. “Interesting. I thought you’d be more scared than pissed.” He slipped a finger under the strap that
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