s body, was not used to manual labor. My muscles ached, my hands blistered and bled. I muc

' t cry. I just did the work. I was quiet, efficient, and cooperative. It c

ch were aggressive. I knew the stallion in the far stable wasn' t mean, just terrified. I spent hour

tamable horse. It didn' t earn me any

me to the filthy, tiny room they gave me.

king rag. My blood ran cold. I knew what this

up at night, gagging me, leaving me in the dark with

his first paym

really learning your lesson,

mering against my ribs.

paying you?" I as

, surprise

r of the truth was the best approach. He' d think I was crazy, bu

re crazy, lady. But for your information

er you more

ed at me, his eyes narrowing

ed. "But I know how t

' d made months into my torment. He was drowning in debt. Gambling debts to a

ching his face. "A lot of it. To a ma

e. The sick grin was gone, rep

you know that?

-stakes poker game. It happens every month at a suite in the Bellagio. The buy-in is high, but

world of the wealthy. I knew these kinds of

0/50. You' ll make more in one night than Stella will pay you in a year. And ther

ly working, weighing the option

hat for me?" he ask

r than my torturer," I said simply. "And beca

take some pictures. A few videos. Make it look like I' m suffering. You send

ing limp in his hand. The shed was silent exc

he droppe

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