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Chad looks ready to rush the platform, but he manages to control himself as Jimmy fucks her harder and harder in the ass.

“Pathetic,” Barnes sighs. “She’s going to be broken for weeks, maybe longer before Chad can get any real use out of her this way. He’s buying a broken horse.”

I push my hand into my pocket when I can’t stop myself from making a fist. The urge to pull my knife out of my bag and stick it in his throat is getting harder to ignore.

Finally, Jimmy stops thrusting and unleashes a bellow of his own, signaling he’s found his release.

The crowd, no longer interested, turn back to each other inconversation. Even the women who’ve been kneeling at the feet of their captors, their owners, look somewhat bored now that the scene is over.

“Chad seems to have feelings for her,” I comment as he hurries forward and begins to unbind the woman. Jimmy is already finished with the scene and is cleaning off his cock, wiping off the blood covering his dick and thighs.

“Huh. Maybe so.” Barnes shakes his head. “So, are you going to play next?” He waggles his eyebrows.

I laugh.

“Not yet. We just got here, and she needs to settle down before I get her up on the cross. Her nerves will have her puking on me, and then I won’t have any fun with her.” I reach around and grab Harley’s arm.

“I understand. It’s been a long time since we had a new member.”

“Yes.” I nod. “Vince Scaletto recommended it.” I pretend to look around for him. “Any chance he’s here tonight?”

Barnes’ grin falters at the edges. Did he really think he’d figure me out, find out that I don’t belong here? Fool.

“Vince? No.” He takes a step back. “If you’ll excuse me. The store for the evening has opened, and I need to go shopping.”

I twist around to see where he’s looking and find a roped off area where women are standing on boxes. They range in dress from elegant dresses, to lace underwear, to fully nude.

“He’s going to buy one of them,” Harley whispers behind me after Barnes walks in that direction. I squeeze her arm.

“We’ll deal with that later. Right now, we need to follow Jimmy.”

“Are we going to talk to him?” she asks quietly. “He might recognize me.”

I shouldn’t be letting her speak at all, but she’s keeping her eyes down and being soft enough that no one is paying us any attention.

“I am. Yes.” I gesture to the platform where Jimmy is grabbing his bag and walking away from the battered and bruised woman now lying in Chad’s arms.

“And what am I supposed to do?” she asks, a little more snipe to her tone.

I slide my eyes to her.

“Be a good little bird and sit on your perch. Silently.”

Jimmy Blackwood has two missing teeth when he grins. I think someone punched him in the mouth, knocking them out.

I wish I could have seen it.

Or better, been the one to do it.

Zack squeezes my arm and I realize I’ve raised my gaze again. I’m doing my best to keep my eyes on the elegant black tiles of the club, but I can’t help my curiosity.

This place is a nightmare dressed up as fantasy.

Some women moan in pleasure while they’re touched and fondled by the men walking them around and sitting with them. Others are screaming and crying out in obvious pain from the tortures they endure.

“Down.” Zack points at the small cushion beside the lounge chair he’s sitting in. I lower myself as elegantly as I can, given the tightness of this dress. “On your knees,” he corrects me when I try to cross my legs over.

A quick look around, and I see that none of the women are sitting on their cushions. They are all kneeling. On display for anyone who wants tolook.

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