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NEAR THE far wall of the Shadowlands, the spotter watched Adrienne wipe down the sawhorse Tears still ran down her face Quite nice Even nicer were the welts on her ass and thighs Redin as he fucked her Used and abused, just the way he liked theetting off put hi for a woman so thin her breasts were almost nonexistent But the plumper women had already been picked Perhaps he should speak to Z about getting a wider variety of submissives

Or perhaps not

He preferred to avoid the owner of the club, since the psychologist displayed a disconcerting coood that Aaron had joined soon after the Shadowlands opened Over the years, the club’s application and interview process had grownto risk

After all, a man who selected submissives to be sold into slavery must exert asupplies in the stand and then knelt at his feet

"Good enough," he said

Biting her tre he’d hold her and pet her Did he look like a pathetically illed Dom?

"I told you before we started, I don’t do aftercare Take yourself off" Since he’d been clear about his inclinations, she could hardly bitch about the lack Z couldn’t fault hi, she scooped up her clothing and scurried away, probably to cry over her injured feelings Or the welts Given his choice, she’d be bleeding rather than welted, but she’d been about to use her safe word, so he’d throttled back Because the Shadowlands had rules

He s for his fun annoyed hi the slut, not with hurting her

As he cleaned his toys, he glanced around the roo with Raoul Yeah, maybe his next prostitute should be a redhead Soft Older

Interesting that she was here And wearing aher face would conceal her identity? Hardly Her hair and breasts were quite ers over the cane he held Smooth Flexible Would mark that pale skin nicely

Nohere had he seen her? He rubbed his finger over his upper lip On the slave boat Seems as if she’d been kidnapped a couple of weeks before, and the association had permitted select buyers to preview the merchandise The redhead had been in one of the kennels, her head turned and eyes closed to shut out the leering buyers

Strong woht her at the first auction-- ones--so he’d bided his ti for her to be devalued and then used as a reward for spotters and guards But the Overseer had insisted on putting her up for sale again, and Feds had raided the auction

Stinking Feds His source of cheap, disposable slaves had disappeared that night With a grunt of annoyance, he tossed the thin cane into his bag

As he strolled to the bar, he considered asking Cullen for the ex-slave’s na interest in her would be unwise, at least until the Harvest Association ceased to be neorthy

He’d have to settle for whores For now

Chapter Three

Tears prickled in Linda’s eyes as she drove down the cul-de-sac and pulled into her driveway Home at last And mercifully alone She’d have no witnesses if she burst into tears

At first she’d thought she’d have to spend a ed for so her car to his house Obstinate, overprotective Doarded the pretty one-story house where she and Frederick had raised their children Deep inside, she’d harbored fear that itslowly, she wrapped the peace of the tiny coastal town and her quiet neighborhood around her like a blanket So familiar Next door, dolls and cars scattered the sidewalk like a toy explosion Across the street, the Smiths’ impeccably trily Music trickled fro stayed the san was planted in Myrtle’s front yard Brenna had o, the starchy woman had been the first to welcoood-bye

Linda blinked back tears She’d been in captivity two months and spent another three in California Aled--oh, she had--but she’d counted on Foggy Shores to stay the same

But no matter She was home now, ready to pick up her life To be the respectable y Treasures, a good neighbor, a member of the Methodist choir A normal wo her suitcase, she entered her house Here, everything was the same Brenna and Charles had checked on the place every week