“No. Now, I really must go. The bar...er...someone is waiting to talk to that man who f****d you.”
Luvina sighed and yawned. “I guess I’ll wait here for you.” She tugged at her binding straps. “Guess I won’t be going anywhere. It’s funny, you know, how very different I feel now, knowing what being f****d feels like. Mommy and Daddy were wrong. It’s fun!”
Dagan grunted and called to Graveston. I’m ready now. Guess I better get this over with.”
Graveston gripped his arm and shoved him toward the far end of the cellar. “Come on, we’re late!” The two hurried up the narrow stone stairs winding up toward the world of light and air. In his haste, Graveston had forgotten Dagan’s friend was still loose in the cellar.
Two misaligned eyes watched them leave, glittering with lust as they spied the
