Chapter Ten
For the first time in weeks, she saw the sun streaming so wildly through a window that she had to squint when she opened her eyes.
Degas was in her room, along with someone didn’t recognize.
“She’ll be in demand,” the other man said.
Delila began to focus on a face that came into view only after the sun momentarily fell behind a cloud and she could see more clearly. A redhead man wearing chaps, and a leather piece covering his genitals stared at her as he stood side by side with Degas, eyeing her.
“I’ll use her for a while to taunt the guests,” Degas told him.
“Perfect,” the redhead replied.
“Cage her, I think.”
“They’ll likely rape her otherwise.”
Degas eyed her with a bemused stare, not so dark as usual, there was a sly joy in his expression. “I want her first, when
