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understood his personal issues. He agreed wedding planning can be stressful. Moreover, Troy needed to work things out. Then he would be able to concentrate on the client’s work.
    Damn, Troy knew he should call Liam. The guy had left multiple texts and voice mails. They hadn’t spoken since Troy left him with Nicole. Now, with his knowledge of what Liam had done to her…
    Yes, they’ve been friends for fifteen years. Yes, they’d been on the same football team and supported each other through high school and college dramas. But, since Liam’s real father, Carmichael, came into the picture Liam acted different. Troy had to wonder, could he possibly know anything about Diana?

Chapter Six
    Diana’s mind registered the opening of the crate. She heard the voices and even felt the gloved hands pull her foul body from the wooden box. However, she’d been enclosed for too long. Her consciousness couldn’t understand, and her legs couldn’t support her weight. As the gloved hands released her arms, she fell to the floor in a heap.
    Someone poured water down her throat, causing her to cough and choke. That with the air of the warehouse, devoid of the stench within the crate, helped to return her mind to present. Finally, Diana became aware of the voices talking above her. She looked up to see the expression of disgust on multiple faces. Recognizing Liam’s voice she lowered her head to the shiny shoes before her.
    “Clean her, prepare her, and bring her to my office,” he said, as he pulled his shoe away from her lips. “Not yet, Sweetheart, I don’t want you to get my loafers dirty.”
    Diana saw the repulsion in his eyes. The overwhelming indignity of her condition filled her chest with shame. Yet, her expression revealed the reverence reserved for the man who undoubtedly assured her release.
    A woman fastened a leash to the leather collar, around Diana’s neck, and instructed Diana to come with her. Disgraced beyond anything she’d ever imagined, Diana didn’t attempt to stand. Her rank odor and filthy skin signified her status. She was not equal to this woman, or even deserved to stand in Liam’s presence. Struggling to her knees she crawled like a dog beside the woman. Diana’s muscles were slow to react after so much inactivity. The woman showed no patience for her sluggish pace. Using a riding crop, she propelled Diana at the appropriate speed.
    The woman, Mistress Debbie, didn’t seem concerned about Diana’s filth as she required Diana to lick her black heeled shoes. “Lick them nice and clean. You are now an Inferno Slut. My job is to help train the club’s sluts. You will obey everything I say, or this five inch heel will be shoved up your ass. Do you understand?”
    Between licks, Diana managed, “Yes, Mistress Debbie.”
    Their walk took them through various rooms and halls. On multiple occasions Debbie required Diana to assume the position for different people. Men and women commented on her stench, each statement lowered Diana’s self-esteem and increased her arousal.
    Finally, they reached a large tiled room with multiple shower heads. The cold tile soothed Diana’s raw knees, until she noticed the large hose in Debbie hands. Without warning, copious amounts of ice cold water assaulted Diana’s body. The force knocked her to the floor. She attempted to shield her eyes, leaving her mouth and nose vulnerable to the flushing invasion. Though coughing and spitting, she obeyed the mistress’s orders and spread her legs. More water struck her tender flesh.
    When Mistress Debbie revealed a hose similar to one seen in millions of backyards, Diana began to weep. First, Mistress Debbie required Diana to insert the tip into her vagina and with the water off, masturbate. Soaking wet and shivering, Diana performed.
    “You’d better do better than that if you plan to make it here. Just imagine doing that on stage, showing off your rancid pussy to fifty men, ten of whom will have their cocks inside of