She would leave when Jack left was her next determination. Meanwhile, she would remain Carlos’ lover and under his command.
Mariel’s life moved on with fresh torments greeting her daily. When the sun shone, she was bound in a dozen ways, beaten regularly, her ass flushed with water and infused with spirits so she was nearly drunk. The hours she was not directly in her master’s service, she spent alone in some extreme captivity, bound, humbled, closeted, caged, blindfolded, and even gagged again—not because she earned it, but because Carlos liked her that way. He liked seeing saliva dibble down her chin and made fun of her frustration. He particularly liked her breasts when he bound them with thick rope, crudely contorting her flesh, her n*****s jutting purple and raw because he abused th
