Chapter Eleven
Lust Triumphant
Lissa lay on the mound of fresh straw in her cell. She heard the cries of a woman somewhere in a far corner of this dungeon of perpetual night. How many girls have they captured and keep prisoner down here? For the first time, she began to realize what life was like for the maids her husband’s family kept in Blackthorne House. Well, their work is easy, and they certainly seem to enjoy being f****d in a rich man’s bed. But this pile of straw was scratchy. She rubbed her arms and belly where wisps of straw clung to her.
How much longer? Baron Vartan would not dare keep me here more than a few days, and--Oh gawd!--would he dare sell me to one of those filthy brothels in the far east where diseased pirates and cruel business tycoons torture and f**k helpless g
