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Cops, she knew, were there to help.
    And soldiers were heroes.
    So why, now, did she feel like a criminal, scared of them?
    Lanche stood threateningly over her, putting both large arms on either side of her chair, effectively trapping her where she sat.
    “What,” he asked, “are you not telling me?”
    “Nothing. I don’t—I don’t know anything,” she stuttered. “I swear.”
    “Tell me where she might have gone.”
    The hospital , Jenna thought immediately. Where Emily worked, where she spent most of her life before the Pulse. She might go back there. Or maybe even to her apartment in Midtown to gather some of her stuff.
    Photos, that sort of thing. The stuff the army hadn’t let them take with them to the camp.
    But Jenna kept her mouth shut, looking at Lanche, unable to hide her terror.
    “I don’t know what game you’re playing,” he said softly, dangerously, “but you’re being insubordinate.”
    Oh no, no no.
    The Colonel’s favorite word. Jenna knew what it meant.
    She would be disciplined.
    But from the way he went over to the door and locked it, she knew it wouldn’t be a public lashing like usual. Like what he did to Emily. This would be private. This would be worse.
    Her hands shook with terror as he walked away from her and picked up his old window-blind rod.
    Fuck.
    But she couldn’t tell him where Emily might be—he was insane. “I—I don’t know where she is, sir!” It was true, how could she really know?
    “Strip.”
    His words hit her like a slap in the face.
    Jenna slowly removed her soiled top, hoping that would be enough. Her full breasts hung loose, since she had long ago lost her only bra. A small red hickey marred her left breast from her adventures the night before with the soldiers.
    She never should have trusted them.
    “Take off your pants, too. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
    Tears rolling down her face, Jenna stripped off her pants. She felt a rush of heat flow to her core and she blushed, embarrassed by her body’s betrayal.
    Because even though the Colonel was crazy, even though he wanted to really hurt her—his dominant behavior turned her on. Something must be wrong with her wiring, she thought desperately, and then she couldn’t think about anything except Lanche, staring down at her.
    Lanche stepped toward her, holding the cane in front of him.
    He slowly, carefully, traced the cane down her cheek, her neck, down her breast, the hard edge of the plastic running over her nipple, making it harden into a tight peak.
    What was happening?
    “You’re a beautiful little whore, Jenna,” Lanche whispered, dropping the cane down between her legs, rubbing the tip lightly over her mound, parting her nether lips. She shuddered but felt her pussy get wet as he continued tracing the cane down her naked body. “Now turn around.”
    Trembling, Jenna turned, her back to Lanche. She felt the cane trace her spine, vertebra by vertebra, and then he laid it softly over her ass cheeks.
    “Are you sure,” he asked, “that you have nothing to tell me?”
    “No, sir,” she said. The cane whipped through the air and landed on her ass. She shrieked as the pain cut across her skin.
    She clenched in anticipation of another blow, but instead Lanche slid his fingers between her legs.
    “Why,” he murmured in her ear, “are you wet, slut?”
    Jenna felt her whole body flush in humiliation. Why, why? Maybe for the same reason she got off on prostituting herself.
    The cane sliced through the air again, and she gasped as it made contact with her ass.
    “How can I discipline you properly,” Lanche asked, bringing the cane down again in a slightly different spot across her flesh, “if you like it?”
    “I’m sorry, sir,” she said, squealing as the fire lit across her thighs this time.
    “Tell me where she is. Take a good guess.”
    She shook her head, her blonde hair falling over her face. The cane struck her again and she couldn’t hold back the cry that came out of her