Finally, Lucian knelt down and finished his work by locking the leather cuffs around my ankles. He stood up and admired his work, nodding with satisfaction. “She’s all yours, Signor 166,” he said.
“Thank you, Signor Lucian. I will make good use of her.”
I glanced from Lucian to my companion, wondering about the meaning of the expressions on their faces. A ghastly feeling welled up inside my belly, clawing toward my mind, a sudden, overwhelming realization of my helplessness, the complete and total of control this man had to take advantage of my defenseless femininity. I strained at my bonds, discovering how utterly impossible it was for me to protect my body from whatever he desired to touch or hurt.
“Wh-what use of me?” I glanced at Laura, strapped into her chair across the table from
