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At the top, the fa door the double castle-like wooden doors to ensure that only those Isabel approves enter

"Monsieur Merit," he says, inclining his head

"Monsieur Augustin," I acknowledge The flex of Sara’s hand in

"Will you and your coustin queries, and I don’t aze flickers briefly over Sara, nor the interest she stirs in hie, "Yes We will"

"I’ll let her know you’ve arrived, then" He punches a button on the wall and the doors open

Together, Sara and I enter the elegantly decorated foyer, a gray-and-whitewith soback chairs are to our left and right This rooetaway, a luxurious escape For some who take it all in its proper dose, it is For others, likewe take too far

Sara turns tohers, holding nothing back We’re here now We’re seeing this through to the other side of hell and back "This is where Isabel beat lance up at the sound ofa fitted, expensive suit, his dark hair sleek and combed back fro for solace fro Isabel

The kidout of place "This way to Madame Isabel"

We follow him down the typical Parisian narrow hallway to an elevator that he uses a code to open Inside, he punches a floor nuut, for it leads to a room Isabel knows I never enter

The doors close and Sara turns to me, worry for the boy etched in her lovely brown eyes I quickly pull her against er to her lips "Shhh," I warn softly "You can’t help him, and if anyone thinks you’ll try, they’ll expel you fro, "I already hate this place," before turning to face the doors again, stepping close toe to drag her out of here and protect her Eyes wide open, I re her

Silent seconds tick by, and too soon, the elevator doors open A scowling Tristan is leaning against the wall directly in front of us, his tattooed arht brown hair a wild mess barely contained by a tie at his nape He cuts a look at Sara before fixingin French, "One woh for you? Is she Isabel’s consolation prize?"

Lacing lish "Don’t push me, Tristan You won’t like where it takes you"

I cut tonarrow hallway to the doorway at the end, and enter what Isabel likes to call the "Hive"--a nanify Isabel as the queen bee who knows just how to sting her followers It also allows spectators, if the price is right I was never her da watched

I hit the buzzer "Open up, Isabel"

"You rowl

A pause, then she says, "Very well You will all remain confined to the observation booth" The door buzzes open and I glance overto him with my head I don’t look at Sara, or I’ll talkher witness the shit that awaits us inside

Shoving open the door, I lead her inside the tacky room of white tile and white-velvet-covered walls, which Isabel once explained was inal reference There’s a door to our left that I know is locked, and directly in front of us is a floor-to-ceiling one-wayus to view the "play" room, which is more white-on-white

The door slaht, with Sara on aze forward and I swear to God, I feel physically sick If I’d thought leading As as an escape was bad, where she’s gone since then without htht of a completely naked A hook with tight red ropes The sahtly tattooed arle frohtened around her niles Directly in front of her is the dungeon stock, meant for her head and arms I know just how badly Isabel will beat her once she’s in that thing I’ve welco that be aze lifts to the bitch I had let stay in inal theme, she’s dressed in a white leather outfit that barely covers her hips and brsts, her long blond hair touching her shoulders The sight of her sickensat her, and before I can react, her wrist flicks wickedly, bringing the whip down hard against Amber’s back Aasps