Bringing the straw to my lips, I sip the delicious, fruity cocktail. Notes of mango, strawberry, and cherry dance on my tongue.
“This is good. What’s the name of the cocktail?”
She smiles. “The Serenity.”
I grin from ear to ear. “The vodka isn’t too strong. Love it.”
As I savor the beverage, I peer over my shoulder at the empty chair.
I place the drink on the wooden bar. “Excuse me, I need to see what happened to my other prisoner.”
“Oh girl, he’s with Nadine,” Ryah says. “She’s fixing him up.” My shoulders relax.
“So you can fuck him up,” Sierra adds.
I lift my drink off the bar, holding it in the air, and do a little dance.
The girls hoot and holler. It feels good to be around women who understand me. Who I don’t have to hide who I really am.
“How are you enjoying the chairs?” Lexis asks.
“They are intriguing torture toys. I love that we have two.”
“Allow me to show you a few of its best features.” Lexis slides off her bar stool.
I still can’t get over how well put together this torture warehouse is. So Catch was his inspiration. The same Catch who assisted in the tampering of my birth control pills. Wait until I see his ass.
The girls and I approach Aleksandr. His head is slumped. He’s either asleep or passed out.
We pick up protective gear from the table on our right and prepare for Lexis’ tutorial. She moves to the back of the chair. We hover around her.
“This button injects something cool into his body.” She pulls a needle from a hidden compartment, connects it to a tube, and pushes it into his chest. He doesn’t stir.
Lexis presses a button on the back of the chair. “Back up,” she orders.
We inch backwards.
Aleksandr’s head shoots up and he screams.
“What the fuck?” He questions, looking around.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Adrenaline.” A cocky smirk lifts the corners of her lips.
“Fucking nice,” I growl.
His eyes are wide as he glares at me.
“Serenity, come here.” Lexis waves me over to the side of the chair. “Hit this button.”
I do as she says.
“Wait for it.” Her voice is full of enthusiasm.
Lexis is getting off on this. The look of wonder in the other ladies eyes tells me their hungry for it, too.
A needle appears and punctures Aleksandr’s skin where his shoulder blade is.
