“So, Rachel really wants to be beaten…” his voice filled with glee
“Kyle, please,” I moaned. “Please… this is all wrong.” Renewed attempts to wrench from the confining ropes proved as useless as before.
“No, I think this is right, very right. In fact it’s going to turn out better than I ever imagined. You realize what a valuable prize this makes you?” I could see the gears working in his razor sharp brain.
“Kyle, please, you loved me once…”
“Love?” He turned wistful for about three seconds then abruptly stopped with another scowl. “No. Kyle can’t love anybody. Kyle’s a loser, a gambler, a cheat, and now to add to my list of accomplishments, a trader in white flesh to rich men.”
Hearing this, anything else I might have said crowded in my throat and went no where. Tears flowed. He was m
