Chapter Seven
“Up, b***h. Get up!”
Gia stirred and murmured, still only half-awake. Someone was nudging her very roughly in her ribs with something blunt and hard. She rolled heavily onto her back and looked up, shielding her eyes against the lights overhead. Those eyes went wide as she saw that it was her ‘trainer’. She scrambled to her feet, wondering how she had wound up sleeping among the cushions on the floor. The last thing she could recall was stretching out on the couch-bed-thing, trying and failing to avoid contact with Tana who insisted on sharing it with her. She got to her feet and stood waiting, her eyes downcast. Her trainer patted her hip.
“Good girl,” he chuckled. “Good Gia.” She stood still as he buckled a black leather collar around her neck and clipped a leash to it.
