“She’s certainly eager,” Gavin said. “Maybe I’ve found what I want already.”
I’m not sure, but I think Marisa gasped. A quick, small thing. Gavin was too far away to hear it, his focus strictly on me, but Logan did. His narrowed eyes at the young, edgy thing indicated she was next up to bat. Soon Marisa’s bound wrists hung from the end of a metal cable just in front of her nose. But that wasn’t enough. Not for Gavin. He pressed a button and another whir stretched her arms way up overhead. It kept going and her heels left the floor, followed by straining toes. Marisa’s face slowly contorted as her wrists bore more weight. She grimaced in pain and her legs kicked at the air as she slowly rotated. The higher she climbed matched her rising panic.
“Ahhhrrr! Ahhrr! Sir, please! I’ve never been
