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“All done!”He beamed at her.“And I should inform you, the toy is tamper-proof.Do you know what that means?”
She had a horrible feeling that she did, but she shook her head regardless, still attempting to become accustomed to her new interloper.“No, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
“It means that once I set the sensor on the toy, anyone else’s touch but mine will trigger the alarm.”
Hannah sensed the blood draining from her face as he went on.
“And that alarm automatically triggers the shocking mechanism.”
“Oh.”Her voice wavered, and this time, her concern was definitely warranted.
If what Lawes was telling her was correct, if she even so much as trailed a finger inadvertently over the base of the huge plug shoved into her arse, then she’d spark the shock herself.
She could scarcely even pull in a breath.
“Now you may get down, little girl.”Moving to her arm, he started to work on the strap holding her left wrist.“I’ll show you where the toilet is.”
Chapter Eleven
Desolation
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PERCHED ON THE EDGEof the broken plastic toilet seat, Hannah allowed another tear to stream down her face.The bathroom had turned out to be little more than a broom closet with dirty facilities and the tiniest basin she’d ever seen, but she guessed it was better than being strapped down in the chair.Who knew if that was where she’d end up next, but at least he’d allowed her a reprieve.
Her gaze flitted to the dreary ceiling, wondering whether things were so bad, she should be grateful to be naked and unbound.The inches of plastic shoved into her arse told her yes, but her nudity begged to disagree.Her captor had taken the opportunity to strip her entirely once she was freed from the chair, and naturally, her concerns about the possible shocks he’d bestow if she failed to comply ensured she had.
The nicotine-stained wallpaper that was peeling from the wall opposite her summed up her situation perfectly—it was tired and inevitable.Her mind was still overcast from whatever he’d given her, and her body ached from the hours of confinement.Deep down, she couldn’t ignore the nagging sense that she should have seen her fate coming.She should have realized that a man as aligned with her needs as Saul was too good to be true, but she thought she’d played it safe, thought that letting her friends know where she was going and meeting in a public place was enough tokeepher safe.
I was wrong.
Little had she known, a monster had been on her tail.
At least I’m free from the binds.
She glanced at her wrists as the chirpy little voice tweeted in her head.Yes, she was free to relieve herself, and yes, he’d allowed her to use an actual toilet, but she’d rarely felt more enslaved than she did shivering in the dank little room.She was liberated from the chair, but the future looked uncertain.
