CHAPTER FIVE
Sex Slaves
Six Weeks Later…
Darkness, penetrating and deep, reached the corners of her wakefulness, covering her with a gloom from which she could not awaken—even though she tried. Someone was in the bedroom with her. But who? In the midst of the numbing night, Renee’s dreams became fierce—turned into nightmares and then evolved into something else that tasted like lilac and smelled like the aroma of absence and peace.
The pressure formed at her throat as if someone’s hand were clutching her neck. Her body throbbed restlessly and she heard a whispered voice, “What do we have here?”
The knife blade pressed into her esophagus, her senses took alarm, her eyes shot open, leaving her gaze on a familiar face. Was it hot blood that oozed at her throat? Was she awakened only to
