Chapter Sixteen
“The Blonde”
The blindfold fell back into place and a pair of rough, male hands, neither of them Thomas’s, hoisted me up and dragged me away from the drafty loading dock.
How far did Sanctuary’s dungeons extend? Unlike the busy training rooms or private suites in which you could hear a whip crack or a slave moan any time, day or night, the part I was taken to was quiet. Dragged backwards, my spread heels bumped over a plastic carpet threshold and I lifted my feet to prevent rug burn. Soon though, muscle fatigue got the better of me, and I just let them drag out on the hard, thin carpet. Hey, what was a little pain? Soon, I would be awash in it, somewhere back out in the world. Hopefully, I would get back my old clothes, but with the way Gisele and Hilary departed, I doub
