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“Is this everybody? I set six places. There were six chairs.”
“Trish always thought the table looked uneven with five chairs,” Robert said.
Luke’s face darkened.
“Uh, sorry, let’s eat.”
“Where’s the maple syrup?” one of the guys asked.
Veronica looked up. “I-I didn’t know. There aren’t any pancakes or waffles.”
“Ya made biscuits,” Will said. “This is Vermont. Maple syrup with breakfast may as well be a state law.”
“I’ll get it,” Luke said, scooting his chair back. “Finish your breakfast, Ronnie.”
The men mostly ignored her during breakfast, instead talking about things she couldn’t begin to fathom, speaking about machinery and tools she’d never heard of and what needed to be done before dark. She quietly observed them to see who might prove to be an ally. Who could get her off Hell Ranch?
Even as she thought it, she wasn’t believing it. Despite the Neanderthal treatment, this place wasn’t hell—at least not yet. The sun was shining and a breeze was blowing. When she finished eating, while the guys were talking, she watched the clouds as they lazily rolled by in the enormous sky. Part of her wanted to lay in the grass under it, but it probably wasn’t on Luke’s list of things for her to do today.
“Ronnie, we’ll have lunch about three thirty. Just soup and sandwiches is fine. It doesn’t have to be anything big since we’re eating breakfast so late,” Luke said. There was no condemnation there, just a statement.
“Sure,dear,” she said, sarcastically. He was, after all, speaking to her as if she were his little farm wife who lived to do her part with the laundry and the baking.
Everyone dropped their forks.
“Sir,” Luke said.
“Nobody else here calls yousir.”
“That’s because nobody else here is my piece of ass.”
“I’m not your piece of anything.” She turned to the others. “He has me here against his will. You’re all accessories to kidnapping. Kidnapping is a felony. You’re all going to prison when you get caught.” She spoke slowly, careful to enunciate for the lower IQs in the audience.
“She’s feisty. Good job,” Jake said.
They all went back to eating and Luke raised an eyebrow at her. “Sure,sir,” he said, not about to let it go.
“I’m not saying that.”
“Who wants to see Ronnie get her ass blistered?”
The guys looked up, lecherous expressions on their faces.
“Sure,sir.”.
Veronica got up from the table and retreated to the kitchen. She gripped the edge of the sink for support and let the tears fall. Luke was a fucking monster. There was no way she could live like this, and it was only going to get worse.
A few moments later, the kitchen door opened and banged shut. She didn’t turn around, but she knew it was Luke. Somehow in the space of a day, she already knew the cadence of his steps.
“How can you treat me like this?”
He moved behind her, his hot breath on her ear. “How can you like it so much?”
“I don’t like it. I hate it, and I hate you.”
“Lies like that aren’t very becoming on a lady.” He slipped his hand under her skirt, pushing past her panties. She wriggled against him as his fingers pushed inside her, a gasp slipping past her lips. “You’re wet. Let me tell you something about yourself, Veronica. You’re in the girl’s club I like to call ‘methinks she doth protest too much’. Your indignant behavior over the slightest perceived gender inequality makes it almost certain that inequality is what you masturbate to at night.”
He’d started pumping his fingers in and out of her. Against all reason and despite her fears about a grisly end, she moved with him.
