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large room. An assortment of whips and paddles hung neatly on the wall to the left of me and toward the back of the room was a large bed with a large, finely detailed wooden cabinet next to it. Looking toward the ceiling I noticed chains hanging down with cuffs attached to them. They kind of reminded me of a scene from the Hellraiser movies.
    I don’t want to be here, in fact, I’ll take my cell over this place in a New York minute.
    I turned around and looked up at him, pleading with my eyes. I didn’t want to be here. “I’ll go back to my cell. I don’t –”
    His eyes were uncompromising as he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me forward so he could close the door and, as usual, lock it. Once locked he took a couple of steps toward me, closing the distance; instinctively I matched his steps backward. A look of annoyance appeared on his handsome features and he gave the leash a yank, forcing me toward him.
    “What did I tell you about trying to get away from me?” His voice was so cold it sent a shiver through me and I wrapped the towel tighter around my shoulders as if in protection, but didn’t answer.
    He sighed, thrusting a hand in his hair in frustration. “I already told you how much it annoys me.” I forced myself not to back away when he unhooked the leash and then reached behind my neck and unclasped the collar. Removing it, he placed them both onto a small steel table next to the door.
    “Why are we here?”
    “I can’t very well take you into the main section of the compound. Slaves aren’t permitted on the main floors.” He walked past me and motioned for me to follow. “Come on.”
    I looked behind me at the door. Three seconds to unlock it. Then what? No one aside from Lance knew my location, I could –
    “Don’t even think it, Gwen. If you refuse to trust anything else from me then trust you won’t get far and there’s no way I’ll be able to save you from punishment from Tanner or Connor. I may be the son of the boss here, but I’m still not the boss and believe me when I say my opinion doesn’t count for shit for the most part when my father is on the premises. Not yet anyhow.”
    My brow furrowed as I eyed him. Not yet anyhow? Whether he meant to say that or not I didn’t know, but I certainly caught it.
    I watched as he turned off one of the cameras and proceeded to the other side of the room to turn off the second one. Feeling my eyes on him, he caught my gaze and held it a moment before answering my unasked question. “Aside from the staff living quarters of the compound, every inch of this place has cameras all working and recording. I have no desire to have the whole crew watching us. I wouldn’t be surprised if they spend their free time jacking off to the training videos.”
    Still not sure how to comment, I again opted for remaining silent.
    “Come on. Away from the door, you’re making me nervous.”
    I couldn’t help but crack a small smile at his comment, the first genuine smile since I arrived in this godforsaken place. Lance didn’t seem the type to get nervous over anything – especially his ability to catch me if I decided to make a run for it. His blank expression cracked and he returned my smile.
       Walking up to me, he took my hand and led me over to the bed at the back of the room. Pulling the beige blanket down, he patted the mattress. “I’m sure your side must be hurting, lie down a while before I take you back.”
    Doing as told I dropped the towel onto the floor and climbed in. Once I was in he yanked the blanket up and under my chin, tucking me in as if I were a child going down for a nap. Turning his back to me he undid his soaked jeans and pulled them down. Shifting to my good side, I examined his naked body from behind. The rest of his body was devoid of tattoos but his back piece made up for it; coming out from his spine w ere two beautifully detailed dark wings, the tips of the wings reaching up to his shoulders. It was so detailed and well