restraining her arms. Neither so much as glanced her way. Wondering who had come in while she wasn’t aware, she looked around.
“You don’t know?” Master Damek fingered her nipples. “How about the ceiling?”
A chill ran through her as she forced herself to do as he’d suggested. Cameras had been installed in all four corners.
“State of art,” he said, still massaging her nipples. “Some of Carnal’s clients are watching us in real time, but I’m guessing most won’t see this until they can set aside some time for their enjoyment. The video feed is one of the perks that come with the expensive membership.”
She began to comprehend how widespread and powerful Carnal Incorporated was.
“All right, here’s the deal. I know you’re thirsty.”
At the word, nothing else mattered. She licked her dry lips.
If he felt at all sorry for her, he gave no indication. “The question is what are you willing to put up with in exchange for all the water you can drink?”
Much as she hated his taunting tone, and she did with every fiber in her being, she willed herself to meet his gaze.
“Waiting for the punch line, are you? It’s really quite simple.” Releasing her sensitive nipples, he dragged the clamps and chain over her thighs. “You have a choice. If you let me put these on you, I have a bottle of cold, clear water with your name on it. If you say no, your nipples will be spared.”
And I risk dying of thirst.
“Hell of a decision, isn’t it?” He dangled the equipment inches over her aching breasts.
“Neither option is one you’d choose on your own is it?”
She tried to swallow only to have to work at it for several seconds. “No, Master.”
“Have you thought of begging for my mercy? Are you so sure I won’t take pity on you?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Master.”
Something about his smile said she’d pleased him. “So begging and pleading doesn’t immediately come to mind. Why’s that?”
How much of me does he want? Maybe everything? “My parents were very strict. I was punished many times, even when I didn’t know what I’d done wrong.”
“Hmm. And you learned that asking for mercy only what, infuriated them?”
Say it. Just get it over with. “Particularly my father. He believed in corporal punishment.
Nothing I said or did ever dissuaded him.”
“So you stopped trying.”
Telling Master Damek what she had had pulled her into the past. Much as she needed to escape it, the present wasn’t any better.
“Answer me, damn it!”
The blow to her swollen left breast knocked her to the side. Her secured behind her arms screamed. Fighting tears, she struggled to straighten. She’d just succeeded when he struck her right breast, again pushing her off balance. Head hanging as much as the collar allowed, she again forced her legs under her. If he did that again, he might dislocate her shoulder.
“Answer.”
“Master, I’m sorry. I don’t remember—what do you want me to say?”
Pulling back on her hair, he made her look up at him. “Your father didn’t give a damn about you as a human being, did he? He believed you were going to hell unless he beat the devil out of you, is that it?”
“Yes, Master.”
“As a child you couldn’t overpower him so you became docile and obedient.”
Chilled by what he’d just said, she gaped at him.
His hold on her hair remained taut. “That’s right, slave. Your past has become your present. You’ll never escape your new life. The only way you’ll survive is by resurrecting that docile and obedient child. Embrace the lessons you learned back then and it’ll be easier on you now. There’s something else.”
She should care about his last words, but how could she? The oppressive weight she’d grown up under had returned. Fighting was out of the question. Master Damek was right, there was no escape.
“Master?”
His mouth twitched. “What, slave?”
“Water, please, Master.” Staying alive
“You don’t know?” Master Damek fingered her nipples. “How about the ceiling?”
A chill ran through her as she forced herself to do as he’d suggested. Cameras had been installed in all four corners.
“State of art,” he said, still massaging her nipples. “Some of Carnal’s clients are watching us in real time, but I’m guessing most won’t see this until they can set aside some time for their enjoyment. The video feed is one of the perks that come with the expensive membership.”
She began to comprehend how widespread and powerful Carnal Incorporated was.
“All right, here’s the deal. I know you’re thirsty.”
At the word, nothing else mattered. She licked her dry lips.
If he felt at all sorry for her, he gave no indication. “The question is what are you willing to put up with in exchange for all the water you can drink?”
Much as she hated his taunting tone, and she did with every fiber in her being, she willed herself to meet his gaze.
“Waiting for the punch line, are you? It’s really quite simple.” Releasing her sensitive nipples, he dragged the clamps and chain over her thighs. “You have a choice. If you let me put these on you, I have a bottle of cold, clear water with your name on it. If you say no, your nipples will be spared.”
And I risk dying of thirst.
“Hell of a decision, isn’t it?” He dangled the equipment inches over her aching breasts.
“Neither option is one you’d choose on your own is it?”
She tried to swallow only to have to work at it for several seconds. “No, Master.”
“Have you thought of begging for my mercy? Are you so sure I won’t take pity on you?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Master.”
Something about his smile said she’d pleased him. “So begging and pleading doesn’t immediately come to mind. Why’s that?”
How much of me does he want? Maybe everything? “My parents were very strict. I was punished many times, even when I didn’t know what I’d done wrong.”
“Hmm. And you learned that asking for mercy only what, infuriated them?”
Say it. Just get it over with. “Particularly my father. He believed in corporal punishment.
Nothing I said or did ever dissuaded him.”
“So you stopped trying.”
Telling Master Damek what she had had pulled her into the past. Much as she needed to escape it, the present wasn’t any better.
“Answer me, damn it!”
The blow to her swollen left breast knocked her to the side. Her secured behind her arms screamed. Fighting tears, she struggled to straighten. She’d just succeeded when he struck her right breast, again pushing her off balance. Head hanging as much as the collar allowed, she again forced her legs under her. If he did that again, he might dislocate her shoulder.
“Answer.”
“Master, I’m sorry. I don’t remember—what do you want me to say?”
Pulling back on her hair, he made her look up at him. “Your father didn’t give a damn about you as a human being, did he? He believed you were going to hell unless he beat the devil out of you, is that it?”
“Yes, Master.”
“As a child you couldn’t overpower him so you became docile and obedient.”
Chilled by what he’d just said, she gaped at him.
His hold on her hair remained taut. “That’s right, slave. Your past has become your present. You’ll never escape your new life. The only way you’ll survive is by resurrecting that docile and obedient child. Embrace the lessons you learned back then and it’ll be easier on you now. There’s something else.”
She should care about his last words, but how could she? The oppressive weight she’d grown up under had returned. Fighting was out of the question. Master Damek was right, there was no escape.
“Master?”
His mouth twitched. “What, slave?”
“Water, please, Master.” Staying alive
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