y in the suffo

the storage room door snap

into the room, their hands g

ibs. Her hand brushed against an old, ceramic vase on a dus

inst the floor, missin

he ground, shoving a foul-tasting rag into Els

e storage room and threw her onto the carp

ack lace lingerie so sheer it was practically transpa

r," Aisha

ted, she let out muffled screams through the gag, but

t from her body. The buttons popped off, sca

's eyes, burning the fresh scratches on her chee

ress, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. They hauled her up

chin, forcing her to l

smeared it messily across Elsie's lips. "Look at y

cramped. The trauma from the video, the feeling of being exposed and violated,

you don't make Mr. Mortimer happy tonight, Elsie, I wil

maids following close behind. The

her mouth, letting out a

e stumbled toward the massive floor-to-c

ty-five feet. Directly below was a walkway paved with j

rown her, the heavy iron gates

lack armored SUVs rolled agg

rrifying authority. Beside him, Lee Weston lowered his phone and spoke in a tight, professional murmur. "Sir, just as you anticipated, we've tracked M

ognized the sharp line of his jaw immediately. It

ith a sickeningly eager smile. He reached out to shake the man's h

into her throat. This

glass, screaming for help. But the soundpro

dy walking towar

the vanity lamp. With a primal scream, she swung it as h

tch dented a

the heavy glass window open. The freezing autumn wi

"Help me!" she screamed, her voice

thur's footste

s sharp eyes instantly locking

Then, he saw the sheer, degrading lace dress she was

lummeted. A murderous, apocalyptic

a sheet. "Mr. Michael, please, that's just my

guards throwing themselves against the locked be

She didn't know why, but looking into his eyes

g over the ornat

ehind her. The maids screamed

o of the railing, and let he