Chapter Seventeen
Mike Bellamy left Gillian to the chaos boiling inside her, and to the gentle hands of a woman that loosened her bonds. It was odd to feel a woman’s presence, when she expected one of the masters to be attending her. This silent redhead had a winsome face, looking as though she’d like to speak but didn’t dare.
“What happens to me now?” Gillian asked.
“Shush,” she answered her.
Led by her tether to a small room off the cabin’s great room, she was motioned to a wooden bench where she could sit. The redhead was about to close the door after her, leaving her in darkness, but then she turned back.
“The masters only bring us to the hideaway when we deserve a reprimand,” she whispered. She gave her a half-smile and the room went dark a second later as she closed the door.
