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On the cabinet, Dylan glanced at a disc player and a videocassette player. Someone watched whatever these were. She pressed the power on everything, and they came to life, humming and flickering lights. The disc went in, and the contents appeared on the screen in front of her. Subprizonye Presents.
When the video began, a naked woman appeared on the screen. Dirty. Crying. Pale white with fear. Dylan covered her mouth as she realized what the video was about. A remote sat on the sofa next to her, so she picked it up and hit fast-forward. Dylan didn’t need to watch the full effects in real time to know that a masked female beat and assaulted this woman. A plague doctor mask. Lady Katrina.
She switched discs to find another victim. Same. Even if the rape was by the woman’s own hands, it was just that. The foul distaste crept up Dylan’s throat because she couldn’t believe the renowned BDSM Mistress was capable of such hate and brutality. This was a person she admired. It wasn’t possible.
Ari’s name wasn’t on any of the discs or tapes, which boded well. When she reached the final one, the label held one desolate word: Terry.
There wasn’t a date, but if her suspicions were correct, based on the tapes being in order, Terry was the first. But he was also alive. She didn’t watch any of the videos in their entirety to understand what happened to these women. Maybe they were let go after some fucked-up kinky sex game. Hell, she’d leave town, too, if it had happened to her.
When she picked up the tape, a layer of dust coated her fingers. A dense outline remained behind on the shelf. Dylan held the tape with reverence. Maybe Terry was telling the truth, and this proves it.
Afraid of the contents but certain she needed to know what it contained, Dylan inserted the tape into the machine attached to the TV and pressed play. The screen came to life with an image of a young Maxi and Terry together. Lovers sharing a tender moment alone. Then, another young woman entered the room. Corina Cove, younger. Dylan felt a strange pull toward her, though she couldn’t explain why. Somewhat warm and comforting. It was as if Dylan wanted to reach out to her for support. She shook off the sentiment. Corina wasn’t someone to be admired.
The three people on the screen spoke, so Dylan turned up the volume just enough to hear it.
“Is that what you really want, Maxine? The three of us? I don’t want you to regret this if it looks like I’m enjoying myself. You’re the one I love,” said Terry to Maxi as Corina ran her finger over his shirt.
“I know it sounds strange, but the thought of you and Corina and me. I want this Terry,” Maxi said. “And you’ve always said you’re willing to experiment. I’m glad you’re willing to do this. Trust me, it’ll be fun.”
All of them removed their clothes and relaxed on the mattress. It started like any normal sexual encounter, with Corina getting the man ready. She then mounted him while Maxi bound his legs with ropes tied to the bedposts. With his arms stretched over his head, she attached them to the headboard. Her hands ran over Terry’s chest, down to where Corina gave attention to another part of Terry’s manliness. She slipped her hand between Corina and Terry and fingered her best friend until the woman climaxed. Terry had as well.
Maxi summoned Corina upward, and in front of him, they kissed. Not just a peck like friends, but a rip-roaring throat-busting kiss. As they ravished each other, they stood on top of the mattress and straddled him.
Dylan hadn’t seen it coming. Neither did Terry. Corina braced herself against Maxi, then shot her leg up. Her foot connected with Terry’s head, sending a wad of blood spewing from his mouth. What happened next transpired so fast that even Dylan’s head whirled in horror as Corina grabbed a knife and sliced it in the air, crossing his skin as it came down. Terry fought and struggled to free himself. Maxi’s eyes bulged in fear, just like Dylan’s.
Just as Corina raised the knife above her head to plunge into Terry’s chest, he broke free. Instead of fighting, he ran. He didn’t even bother getting dressed. They didn’t chase him. Instead, Corina showered Maxi with insults for not tying the knots properly. Maxi cowered, terrified, at her friend’s feet. “What are we going to do?”
“Don’t worry, my love. I have a plan.” The devious grin on Corina’s face spoke volumes as she turned off the camera.
Shocked at everything she’d just witnessed, Dylan stood there in disbelief of her own blind ignorance. This perverse relationship Maxi and Corina had and still did; they were cohorts in a sick and twisted movie-making scheme. Dylan berated herself for not seeing it.
As she took the videotape from the machine, she glanced back at the collection. Then she remembered the website. She pulled out her phone and typed it in. The page sprang to life with a live stream. It was Ari, naked on a bed with her legs spread and a counter that read $684,893.
“What the fuck!” Dylan jolted upward.
With no time to wait, she pushed out of the dank cubby with the VHS tape in hand and raced out of the arena, down the corridor, and into the grand ballroom. Ignoring Cooper’s question, Dylan slammed into Maxi’s office so fast the glass broke when the doorknob hit the wall.
Maxi burst to her feet. “What is your damn problem?”
Dylan threw the tape at her head, which missed when Maxi ducked out of the way. The tape cracked against the wall and smashed to the ground. “Where’s Ari?”
“What the fuck is going on—” Just then, Maxi cast her eyes downward at the fallen tape and changed her tone. “I guess security has finally done their job properly.”
“Fuck you. Where is Ari?”
In a flash, Maxi’s cooled face shook with laughter as she crossed the desk and took precise steps toward Dylan. “Oh, mon petit. You are a funny one. What makes you think I have your little angel?”
“I’ve seen the collection. I’ve seen the live stream. Now, where the fuck is Ari? Or I’ll call the police! I’m pretty sure that holds enough evidence against you and Corina. Katrina. Whatever her fucking name is.”
Dylan stood firm as Maxi stepped in front of her, planting a menacing kiss on her lips. In response, Dylan’s fingers closed around Maxi’s throat, squeezing tight. “Where the fuck is Ari?”
Maxi didn’t flinch. “You won’t kill me, Dylan. You won’t be calling the police, either. If you’ve seen the stream, then you know there is a price on her head. Something happens to me and poof, that magic clock jumps to one million dollars and your girls are history.”
Dylan’s grip loosened as she pondered. “Girls?”
When Maxi pushed her away, her hand dropped to her side. She patted Dylan’s face as she said, “I guess you didn’t see both feeds. It’s a two-for-one night. And it’s time to decide, mon petit. Love or friendship?”
On Dylan’s phone, she scrolled below Ari’s feed to find a second one. In it, a beaten woman was gagged and chained to a wall in a filthy room. Dylan clenched her chest. All the blood drained from her skin and Dylan choked as she uttered the woman’s name, “Lucy.”
