Looking over his shoulder, Vance saw T.J. open the closet door and take out a whip about six feet long. Vance struggled to free himself before silently cursing his unwilling role in distracting T.J. While T.J. watched Vance’s futile, frantic motions, Nastassia turned on the Web cam—and smirked at Vance’s forced complicity. If Vance spoke up, the two women would stick together in blaming him for the scheme, Web cam and all.
T.J. coiled the whip and handed it to Sable. Vance was only mildly relieved. Physically, she was the weakest in the room, but Vance knew she was still strong enough to mete out agony with a whip. And her sadistic zeal would pump enough adrenaline into her system to give her more energy than she usually had. He determined that he’d just have to close his eyes and take hi
