Chapter Eight
“You’ve been dreaming, girl,” Jessup informed when her eyes finally opened in Madame’s brothel.
“What?” she could barely pull herself up on the bed. “What’s going on?”
“You really are out of it.”
“I’ve been f*****g every man within a hundred miles who has a hard c**k, what do you expect?” Even delirious she could manage a wry retort to suit Jessup. She ran her hand through her hair, trying to open her eyes on the dimly lit room. She’d hardly had the time to inspect it, not with her legs splayed and the door opening again soon after it had closed on another man, another man to f**k. “How long’s it been?”
“Stafania says you’ve been here nearly four days; you’ve been working the floor and in this room for better part of three. Hardly a break since you started. She’s quite
