That last word wasn’t meant for Corliss’ ears. It was too loud.
“Ready when you are,” some other man’s voice answered. Corliss didn’t recognize it.
“All right, then.” The tall man tweaked Corliss’ n****e once, lightly, with the same hand that had been on…and in…her p***y and moved away quickly. Corliss watched him go, bewildered, and started to look around to see where the other voice had come from. At that moment a stream of ice-cold water struck her right in her face.
Corliss shrieked and struggled and yelped and yanked at her bonds, but nothing could save her from the chilling spray. Sopping wet, her hair kept hanging down and blocking her vision. She soon quit trying to toss her head so that she could see because it was pointless. She had caught a glimpse of a man playing a hose on
