couldn’t allow myself to continue the train of thought.
“How long will it be before you sell me, Master?”
Rubbing his chin, he shook his head. “I don’t know.” A smile reformed on his lips. “You’re not enjoying your stay at Chez Tanner? Hoping for better arrangements?”
“A bathroom with a door would be nice,” I responded, testing my luck.
He clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “Not going to happen. Anything else I can do for you?”
“Let me go.”
“Nope. Can’t do that either.”
“Something to drink?”
He nodded. “Because I’m a nice guy, I can do that for you. But if I have to remind you how to refer to me one more time…”
He didn’t have to finish his statement. I got his warning loud and clear.
Tanner turned his back and began to walk across the room toward the exit. A snort of derision escaped me. He spun back around and eyed me.
“Got something to say?”
I swallowed down the lump of fear forming in the pit of my stomach and shook my head. “Are you going to leave me without tying me up first, Master?”
Turning around fully, he crossed his arms over his chest and cocked a brow up at me. “Do I need to? You’re not going to try something stupid and try to off yourself by hanging yourself with the linen or something equally stupid, are you?”
Frowning, I sat up and curled my legs up tight to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs, turning myself into a tight little ball. “Suicide is a sin, Sir.”
“Ahhhh. Yes. I must have forgotten that one. There’s so many – how do you people keep track?” When I opened my mouth up to respond he put his hand out, stopping me. “The question was rhetorical. I’m not in the mood for the religious bullshit speech right now. I’ll be back.”
Chapter 5
Tanner
Sitting back in my leather desk chair, I watched Emily on the computer monitors as she unfolded herself from the little ball she’d been positioned in, slid from the bed and began to explore her room.
My eyes shifted briefly to Victoria, who was sitting in the armchair in her room – the room next door to Emily’s – doing nothing but staring off into space, waiting for me to go to her with instructions. Victoria was beautifully broken and had been turned into the perfect obedient slave…and an absolute bore. I couldn’t wait to sell her off and not have to tend to her any longer. The training of slaves I enjoyed – the intensity, the challenge, the struggle – but what the training turned them into did nothing for me. It disgusted me. Some people would say that the reason they disgusted me was because I felt guilt over what I turned them into. Maybe, if it were possible for me to feel that emotion, but in my twenty-nine years on this Earth I had yet to feel guilt, or remorse, or any of those emotions that hold people back and make them miserable.
I looked back to the monitors of Emily, who’d wandered into the bathroom and wrapped a towel around herself, covering her body. A big no-no. That would have to be addressed. She wandered back into the main room and continued her exploring, but this time she was scrutinizing every nook and cranny. If she was looking for a way to escape, she was in for a big disappointment.
With a sigh, I got up and made my way through the house to the kitchen. I suspected Emily hadn’t eaten in nearly twenty-four hours, so I threw a hamburger patty into the skillet and began frying it up. While the burger cooked, I put together a small Caesar salad. Whether she liked either of the items I was preparing for her was irrelevant – she’d eat them or starve. I wasn’t running a bed and breakfast.
With the food – plated on paper plates, since glass could be risky – and a plastic bottle of soda on a serving tray, I made my way back to Emily’s room. Balancing the tray on my hip, I pulled the keys from my pocket and unlocked the door. Opening the door slowly and cautiously, I peered into the room to
“How long will it be before you sell me, Master?”
Rubbing his chin, he shook his head. “I don’t know.” A smile reformed on his lips. “You’re not enjoying your stay at Chez Tanner? Hoping for better arrangements?”
“A bathroom with a door would be nice,” I responded, testing my luck.
He clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “Not going to happen. Anything else I can do for you?”
“Let me go.”
“Nope. Can’t do that either.”
“Something to drink?”
He nodded. “Because I’m a nice guy, I can do that for you. But if I have to remind you how to refer to me one more time…”
He didn’t have to finish his statement. I got his warning loud and clear.
Tanner turned his back and began to walk across the room toward the exit. A snort of derision escaped me. He spun back around and eyed me.
“Got something to say?”
I swallowed down the lump of fear forming in the pit of my stomach and shook my head. “Are you going to leave me without tying me up first, Master?”
Turning around fully, he crossed his arms over his chest and cocked a brow up at me. “Do I need to? You’re not going to try something stupid and try to off yourself by hanging yourself with the linen or something equally stupid, are you?”
Frowning, I sat up and curled my legs up tight to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs, turning myself into a tight little ball. “Suicide is a sin, Sir.”
“Ahhhh. Yes. I must have forgotten that one. There’s so many – how do you people keep track?” When I opened my mouth up to respond he put his hand out, stopping me. “The question was rhetorical. I’m not in the mood for the religious bullshit speech right now. I’ll be back.”
Chapter 5
Tanner
Sitting back in my leather desk chair, I watched Emily on the computer monitors as she unfolded herself from the little ball she’d been positioned in, slid from the bed and began to explore her room.
My eyes shifted briefly to Victoria, who was sitting in the armchair in her room – the room next door to Emily’s – doing nothing but staring off into space, waiting for me to go to her with instructions. Victoria was beautifully broken and had been turned into the perfect obedient slave…and an absolute bore. I couldn’t wait to sell her off and not have to tend to her any longer. The training of slaves I enjoyed – the intensity, the challenge, the struggle – but what the training turned them into did nothing for me. It disgusted me. Some people would say that the reason they disgusted me was because I felt guilt over what I turned them into. Maybe, if it were possible for me to feel that emotion, but in my twenty-nine years on this Earth I had yet to feel guilt, or remorse, or any of those emotions that hold people back and make them miserable.
I looked back to the monitors of Emily, who’d wandered into the bathroom and wrapped a towel around herself, covering her body. A big no-no. That would have to be addressed. She wandered back into the main room and continued her exploring, but this time she was scrutinizing every nook and cranny. If she was looking for a way to escape, she was in for a big disappointment.
With a sigh, I got up and made my way through the house to the kitchen. I suspected Emily hadn’t eaten in nearly twenty-four hours, so I threw a hamburger patty into the skillet and began frying it up. While the burger cooked, I put together a small Caesar salad. Whether she liked either of the items I was preparing for her was irrelevant – she’d eat them or starve. I wasn’t running a bed and breakfast.
With the food – plated on paper plates, since glass could be risky – and a plastic bottle of soda on a serving tray, I made my way back to Emily’s room. Balancing the tray on my hip, I pulled the keys from my pocket and unlocked the door. Opening the door slowly and cautiously, I peered into the room to
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