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So fucking gorgeous. It was a beautiful sight, though she obviously didn’t agree from the way she glared at him. Drool dropped down her chin. How humiliating. It sent a thrill through him as he fitted his hand into his pocket and extracted his key.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Ryan?” Alex said, turning the key slowly. The sound of the lock sliding free made the woman in the chair wince. He smiled.

“What are you doing, Alex?” Though he seemed to be trying his best not to, Ryan sounded… curious, rather than angry.

“I’ve been so busy since our guest arrived that I haven’t had any time to properly entertain her,” Alex said. He put the key back into his pocket and stepped into the cell. She nearly tipped backward in her chair the way she cringed away from him.

Ryan said nothing. Alex looked over his shoulder at him and found him leaning with his shoulder against the door frame, arms folded while he watched Alex with guarded interest. He looked back at the hostage.

“It occurs to me you likely haven’t had the opportunity to bathe since you arrived.”

This did not seem to inspire any measure of relief in their guest. The expression of worry on her face didn’t change as he approached her.

“Ryan, point your Colt at her so she doesn’t try anything annoying.”

The sound of a gun leaving a holster confirmed that Ryan was happy to oblige. The woman held perfectly still while Alex undid her bonds. He did not miss the tiny moan of relief as they fell away from her wrists and then her ankles. Alex brought one of her hands to his face and examined the burns on her tender flesh. Unable to help himself, he tasted her miserable skin with his tongue. She tried to pull her arm away, but he held her fast.

“This poor, wretched creature has been suffering,” he said, touching her chin. Then he smiled. “But not nearly enough. Have you?”

She tried to pull her arm away again, but he took her by the other elbow and pulled her to her feet so that they were eye to eye. With nimble fingers, he retied the rope around her hands so that they were bound together in front of her.

“We’re going to the washroom now, Dolly,” Alex said. “And I expect you to be on your best behavior.” Though his tone was light, the look he gave her made her tense beneath his hands. “Ryan, if you’ll follow us.”

“Lead the way,” Ryan said. Alex stole a glance at his face. They locked eyes for a brief moment. Alex smiled at him,pleased that he of all people showed up today. What fun they were going to have. Ryan cut the look off and glanced away, deliberately avoiding any further connection.

Alex took his Dolly by her upper arm and began to march her out of the room and down the corridor. Touching her was something quite delicious. The texture of her skin even through the silk of her robe sent a surge of excitement through him, straight to his already hardening cock. As they walked, he used his free hand to stroke her long hair over her other shoulder. It was a tangled mess that couldn’t be helped.

As he let his fingers wander over the chaos of it, a wonderful idea came to him. A splendid, delicious idea.

When they got to the washroom, he moved the door open and pushed her inside. He looked over his shoulder at Ryan, who was close behind, holstering his Colt.

“Close the door,” he said as Ryan stepped into the washroom, close enough as he turned the door that Alex caught a whiff of his aftershave. Enough to make his mouth water. Though he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, he turned back to his Dolly. For now, he would focus his erotic energies on the playmate he had available.

“Dolly,” he said to her. “Kneel.” He walked around so he could see her eyes. She stared at him for a long moment and then slowly sank to the floor. Though it was a bit of a strain for her to look up at him, he also supposed that she didn’t dare put her eyes anywhere else. Alex glanced over her to where Ryan was standing by the door with his armsfolded, watching both of them with a tense but otherwise unreadable expression.

Alex looked back down at his Dolly and then reached out a hand to slowly caress the side of her face.

“Your hair is a frightful mess, Dolly,” he said to her in a tender whisper as he slipped his hand into his pocket and drew out his knife. “I’m happy to help.” He released the blade and then grabbed a fistful of her hair. “We’ll start with something easy.” And then he proceeded to hack off a chunk of hair near her ear. Slowly, he pulled the piece of hair away from her head so that she could see it.

The way her eyes widened and then watered sent a stab of heat to his cock. He laughed a little.

“Don’t cry yet, Dolly,” he said. “Wait until I’ve hacked all of it off.”

Alex glanced up at Ryan and smiled. Ryan did not smile back. Alex took another chunk of hair and chopped it off. It was going to take some time to cut it all, even with his knife as sharp as it was, but he was a patient man. He had time. He was here to enjoy this process.

As he sawed away at her hair, she started to cry. Though it was clear that she was trying not to, he took even greater pleasure in this fact. Her body shook with sobs that she tried to hold in as her hair fell in one chunk after another onto the white tile around her.

“Poor Dolly,” Alex crooned softly. “All alone and no one to save her.”

Her shoulders tightened and she tucked her hands against her chest. Alas, what else could she do? He washolding a knife very close to her head. As he finished cutting the last long strand of hair, he stood back and admired his handiwork.

In spite of the fact that it was badly cut, the short choppy hair managed to enhance the fey, elfin quality of her face. Her brown eyes looked larger. Her creamy neck looked longer. Just as beautiful as ever. This pleased him greatly. Especially because she was crying.

“What do you think, Ryan?” Alex asked as he turned to look at him.

The look on Ryan’s face was more intense, but still fairly unreadable. He looked away from her and shrugged.

“It’s perfectly wretched, isn’t it?” Alex said as he moved back toward her. “Now that we’ve resolved that matter, let’s attend to the bath.”

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