Page 19 of Meaner Than Evil

“I ask because you had a reaction to the drug they used to transport you.” She informs me. “You will not be given anything else, and I am to report to El Diablo if you have any further issues.”

“I’m a little fuzzy, but not too bad.” I decide to be honest. She is only doing what she it told.

“We shall have a bubblebath. We don’t want to slip and fall in the shower.” She walks behind the headboard and I hear a clicking noise, then a drawer sliding open. Her hands dig around inside for something, then it closes and clicks shut. She reappears around the side with another pair of hand cuffs and a connecting chain. “This is for our safety.” She tosses them to me and says, “Cuff your feet and then the chain to your handcuffs.”

“You’re shackling me?”

“Yes. You must know you can’t get away.” Her face shows how serious she is.

I look around the room, “I already know that.”

She shakes her head. “Put them on. I will not take the chance you panic and bolt. I learned the hard way to use shackles.”

“What happened?” I ask as I do what she asks.

“We were punished. She died, and I nearly did.”

I cut my eyes at her as I slap the empty half of the handcuff on my free wrist. “How?”

“Gang rape.” Her cold eyes stare at me.

My breath vanishes, and my heart stutters. Panic whirls around deep in my gut.

“But let’s not talk about that. You’re going to be a good girl. Swing your legs off and standup.”

I comply. She is right. I’m not going to do anything stupid. Instead, I focus all my attention on not being dizzy and stumbling as I follow her out of the room into a private suite, then into a hot tub.

She helps me navigate the steps, “You sit over there.”

I wade to the other side as she strips to join me. Her body is young and firm. I’m guessing she must be in her early twenties. She is beautiful with long black hair piled on top of her head in a bun.

She steps into the tub with me. “Ah, this feels so good.”

I lower my body into the water and try to relax while I’m safe. Knowing I may need my strength for whatever lies ahead.

“What scent do you prefer? We have coconut, rose hips, or lavender?”

“Coconut.” I answer as I close my eyes and let the scent take me back to that summer when I was Mrs. Jack Black. To the time we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and we ended up making love on the public beach. We were lucky we didn’t get busted, but the beach was quiet that day.

“Babe, how long have you been out here?”

I lift my face off the beach towel and squint with one eye up into the sun to see my handsome husband staring down on me with a scowl on his face.

“I don’t know. What time is it?”

“Time to put on some sunscreen. You’re getting red.”

He smirks when I point to my beach bag, but reaches down, takes the dark tanning oil out, tosses it in his hand, and catches the flip side. Then he looks around making sure we are alone, and proceeds to smear it all over my body.

“Umm, the coconut scent is nice, isn’t it?” Claudia’s voice interrupts my memory.

I open my eyes and look across the water to see she is wading to join me.

“Yes, it is.”

She smiles as she sits beside me and leans back. “Most of the girls are too drugged to chat.”

I cut my eyes at her. “What’s your name?” I ask.

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