‘From the looks of things, the product meets with your satisfaction.’ Her voice was much softer than seemed right or natural in this setting, especially given that her cold gaze had once again returned to Rachel as her critical eyes swept over her body, as if she was mentally checking off items on her list. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers, the sound echoing in the room, and immediately two girls appeared.

‘Get her cleaned up and back downstairs,’ she ordered. To the men she said, ‘After today’s event, you’ll have to give her a day or two to recuperate.’ Both men argued, but the smile she bestowed on them halted their rush of words. ‘You don’t want her to wear out too soon now, do you? Not like the last one.’ She swept her eyes around the room before settling them back on the men. ‘From the looks of it, she’s going to be a favorite request for a while.’

Tears leaked from the corners of Rachel’s eyes, surprising her because she didn’t think she had any left. Her stomach twisted in on itself when one of the men laughed. ‘Oh, you can bet on that.’

The man who’d placed the metal clips on her stepped forward. Re-dressed in his business attire, he looked like someone leaving an important board meeting instead of someone who had just brutally physically violated a young girl. He issued a quick look at Blond Muscle Guy before speaking. ‘We’re willing to double the fee if you keep her on call for us.’ There was a grating, edgy, anxious sound to his voice, and Rachel knew she’d never forget it as long as she lived, even if she lived to be a hundred.

Though the woman laughed, it was lightyears from friendly. ‘Gentlemen, even if you offered to triple or quadruple the fee, you’d still fall far short of the profit I plan to make on this cute little number.’ Then she turned and walked back to the door where she once again addressed the girls who now stood on either side of Rachel. ‘I thought I told you to get her cleaned up.’ Then she disappeared down the hall with the two men following on her heels as they continued to argue terms.

Rachel swayed, stopped from falling only by the padded wristbands that held her chained and suspended with only the balls of her feet touching the floor. On the verge of hyperventilating, her breaths heaving faster and spots flashing in front of her eyes, she reeled from the woman’s words which played on a loop in her mind until she felt the pressure on her wrists release, and she slumped to the floor in a heap.

When she didn’t move, a hard, loud slap snapped her neck to the side. ‘Don’t make us carry you,’ hissed one of the girls. Up close, Rachel thought she couldn’t be more than seventeen or eighteen. But she didn’t have time to wonder about it because a second later she was yanked up roughly by her arms and shoved forward and out into the hall where she was paraded naked until they reached a lavish restroom where the other girl, the one who had yet to speak, proceeded to run a bath.