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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

SHOCK

A knockat my door has me grabbing my head as pain lances through my brain. Fucking hurricanes.

“Coming!” I stumble to the door and wrench open.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I must have taken a wrong turn. I’m looking for the ladies’ room.” I roll my eyes at the lady who walked right past them before hitting the stairs, but if she’s half as drunk as me, then I shouldn’t judge.

“Back down the stairs on the right.” I’m about to shut the door in her face when I hear Diego yell.

“Here, I’ll take you.” She smiles and backs away from me.

“Thank you. You’re so kind.” Whatever lady. I close our door and stumble a few times before making it down the steps in one piece.

I tap the door to the lady’s room and turn to tell her, but I never get the chance. She’s got the backdoor open, and Doctor Dick is standing looking right at me.

“What the fuck?” I must be really drunk.

No way is he here in New Orleans. But when he puts a bag over my head and yanks me out the door, my slow-ass brain yells out a little too late.

I feel a prick in my thigh, and then the world around me slows.

I pass out.

Brittany

“Honestly, Richard, you had one job, and you barely got that done. You know I dislike being tight on schedule. It cuts into my play time.” I drive us to the house we rented right outside New Orleans.

“I’m sorry, Dear. I do my best to please you.” I tap my manicured nails on the steering wheel.

“It your best doesn’t seem to be enough lately. I’m afraid you’ve gotten sloppy again, and we’ll need to move soon. Call the hospital and tender your resignation. We’ll move on to a new city.” I look at him through the rearview mirror, and he wipes his cheeks but takes out his phone to do as I instructed.

How I ended up married to such a useless waste of air, I’ll never understand. I listen as he tells Ceila from HR that he’s leaving for personal reasons and that he hopes he can count on them for a letter of recommendation after all the years of service he provided them.

I’m pulling into the garage of the rental when he hangs up.

“Well done. That performance serves as an award. You may cum tonight.” His face lights up like a child on Christmas morning.

“But first,” There is no need for me to finish my statement.

We left the room completely prepared.

Plastic is taped down, and instruments are laid out. All I need is my canvas.

He carries her inside and lays her on the table, then begins to cut away the dress she’s wearing. When she’s down to the lacy bra and underwear, I stop him.

“No need to ruin such a nice set from La Perla. She may keep them.” He nods and stands back with his hands folded in front of him.

The perfect trained cuck.

“How long before she wakes up?” Richard glances up at me, and I start to remove my own clothes.

“Another fifteen minutes.” I nod and stand in my thigh-highs and heels.

Nothing else.

“You best hurry then. Come, let me free you.” He hurries over to me, and I remove the chain from my neck and unlock his cage.

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