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She was still studying my face, as if making certain of something, but there was a waiting now.
"There were keys," I said. "Behind the visor. That's how come I thought it was his."
"Did you now."
Shit. The sound of her voice. And I hadn't checked the registration. Then again, Erin was totally making up the friend and what she'd thought so oh well.
"Yes, ma – miss." My shoulders kind of climbed all the way up around my ears. I wanted her to let go of my face.
Which was what she did, and instantly I wanted her to take hold of it again. Because the alternative was worse.
"The owner of the car is a woman," she said. Her hair was cut brutally short and worn sleek like a cap. It made her very green eyes and sharp cheekbones all the more prominent. She looked like an evil sorceress out of a bad fantasy movie.
I felt myself shaking like a leaf. She'd be able to feel it too. "I told you. I thought it was my friend's car. It wasn't." I gave a little laugh and looked around at my audience. Chad looked unimpressed. Theo wasn't even looking at me. "Obviously!" I spread my hands like Silly me and tried to take a step back from the woman.
Who looked away from me like I hadn't said any of that. "Let's see what she can take," she said.
That's when Chad and Theo both moved in. Instinct took over and I tried to bolt. I didn't make it more than a couple steps and Chad had me in a headlock.
"Release her," the woman said. "I won't have her harmed."
My heart hammered with agreement at that sentiment.
"I will have her hurt, however. Chad, get Evie."
Chad disappeared promptly into the warehouse, leaving me with visions too terrible to contemplate shifting rapidly and replacing themselves with even worse imaginings, over and over in my head.
Until Chad came back with Evie.
She was almost six feet tall, black hair, obviously contact-blue eyes. Red lips, drawn into a rictus type smile.
She carried a cane.
Chad and Theo had to drag me to the shackles that waited in the center of a beam of high intensity sunlight. I was crying already by the time they strapped my wrists into the restraints and used the winch to pull me up until my feet only just brushed the floor.
My clothes were cut off me, with zero elegance, zero ritual. Just stripped, easily touched.
The crying wasn't fake. And I couldn't stop it.
Evie took her time when I was dangling, my toes rubbing over the floor as my body swayed in the restraints. Her smile was terrifying, the pleasure of someone choosing the single cookie they wanted to have with their afternoon tea. Or the best kitten from the litter.
Not someone who carried a crop in her hand, rhythmically smacking it into the other hand. "Someone has already played with her."
The woman in the running tights looked delighted. "Then by all means, show us what you've got. And what she can take."
The first strike was way too hard for a cold start. It didn't wrap. It didn't bounce. It hit exactly where she meant it to hit, and I discovered the cane was one of my least favorite, a stingy thin thing that resolved from the wasp sting into a burn into an ache that set my ass on fire.
The tears were constant now.
The second strike laddered up from the first. The third and fourth and fifth bit and stung and ached all the way up to the danger spot where hitting above marked the person wielding the cane as too stupid and too careless.
Evie was neither. She circled around again to watch my eyes, they lashed out with the cane and caught me across both nipples.
I screamed. I screamed and thrashed and tried to shake myself free. I was sweating like crazy. Why wasn't that enough to slip free of the restraints? But they were leather. They were leather, they were buckled on, they were tighter than anything Cole ever put on me.
Fast after that strike, she struck repeatedly between my legs while I thrashed and howled. The pain was worse than anything anyone had ever given me. Even Cole.
She circled again and laddered down from her starting spot, beginning at the spanker's sweet spot and continuing down to my middle thighs.
I hung, exhausted, still crying, Cole's name just barely off my tongue. If he had ever done anything like this to me, the aftercare would have been extraordinary.
The only aftercare I got here was that she stopped.
That was enough.
