Rowan
answered honestly. “No.”
The whip
lashed out and caught the slave across the face. Instantly her skin went numb
and then burned as if truly on fire. Rowan screamed and tried to put her hands
to her face, but they were fully restrained.
“I like to see
suffering,” Dana sneered.
“You didn’t
ruin her, did you?” Brent asked. It was his voice that woke Rowan up. She
didn’t remember falling asleep or passing out, but she must have. Her hands and
neck were still locked to the restraining bar, but she had been lowered to the
floor and was resting on a mat.
“Of course
not,” Dana replied. “I just used the ion whip on her.”
“For how
long?” Brent came into focus as Rowan blinked her eyes and remembered where she
was.
“Just a few
hours.”
“Hours?”
“Just enough
to excite her sk
