Chapter Eight
Bobbie
Bobbie sat naked in front of Travis. She hadn’t combed out her hair, and cold water dripped annoyingly onto her shoulders and down her back. Her wrists were secured behind her, preventing her from brushing wet tendrils of tangled hair off her forehead. Her eyes were downcast, and she pressed her knees tightly together.
“I know what your questions are, Bobbie.”
For the first time, she looked directly at him. She made sure her expression reflected the full extent of her hatred.
“Oh, yeah? Why would I possibly have questions?” She quickly added “dickhead” to her comment and waited for his reaction.
He showed no surprise, and maintained such intense eye contact that she lowered her eyes.
“Spread your knees apart when you’re in my presence,” he ordered.
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