Chapter Thirteen
She was easy to nab, and everything went according to plan. The scene was a riot for me. Although I would have liked to have used her longer, made a slave of her for a few days and wiped the innocence from that pretty face. I think it might have taken that long to achieve. She is raw and immature in her depravity. Ah, to be like that again! But it’s the wide-eyed virtue that never seems to fail her. Despite what’s been done to corrupt her, she’s unflagging in that way. Lost, confused, as if she has nothing to keep her rooted, keep her sane. No wonder the husband keeps her captive. I fear he’ll lose her, though. Scrumptious thing will be eaten up by some lion and he won’t even know. His loss, the lion’s gain. ~ The female in the upper room.
Hogtied
The party at Jose Espe
