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“It’s being made,” Gabe says.
“If it’s not around her throat by the end of the week she’s fair game.”
“It will be.”
“If she’s your slave, why doesn’t she act like it?Why don’t I see any signs of it?”
“It’s new.”
Yeah.Like right now, new.
I start to unbuckle the straps binding her.“Hmmm, I’m still not convinced.Julie…”
Her gaze shifts to me.“Y-yes?”
“If you’re really his slave and he’s really your master, crawl over to him, kiss his boots like a proper slave, and thank him for his mercy.”
I should just let her go and not tempt fate, but I want her to have a good story to tell of how she narrowly escaped the monster in the dungeon.I watch as she follows my order.
“Thank you, Master,” she says gazing up at him from the floor.
“Stand up.”Gabe practically growls the words at her.
I don’t even know who he’s mad at.I just got him the one thing he’s wanted the whole time he’s been moping about this stalemate.So it better not be me.
She stands and he takes her top the rest of the way off.I raise a brow at this.Am I about to get a live show?Damn, boy.Didn’t know you had it in you.But much to my disappointment he only removes the bra and then puts her top back on.
I want to gloat about my correct assessment of his underwear rules, but I manage to keep this thought to myself.
“Brian is right about one thing.No underwear.Do you understand?”
I almost laugh out loud at this.
“Y-yes, Master.”
“Let’s go.”Gabe’s hand goes to her lower back as he guides her from the room.
“Oh Gabe?”I call after them.
“What is it?”Gabe says, his irritation clearly at the breaking point.
“You owe me a drink.”
“For what?”
“I think you know for what.”
He doesn’t reply.I should at some point have a conversation with him about his role in helping Mina chain me up in the dungeon, but that would only call attention to the fact that I was chained up in the dungeon.Maybe it’s best to let it go.
When they’re gone I pick up my cell and dial another number.
“Hello, who is this?”
“I sent you an email with a photograph of a woman.Did you get it?”I ask, not bothering to give him a name.
“I’m sorry I’m not taking commissions right now.”
“I think you will, Joseph.Or do you prefer the moniker, Quill?”
