“Please!” Kathy cried. “I did what you wanted. Please don’t.”
Dolan stooped down so that his face was close to hers. “Old Ruben told us you like to be whipped after you been ass f****d. Is that right?”
“No,” Kathy couldn’t hold back the tears, “no, please...I…I’m so very tired, please untie me.”
Bennett leaned over her. “You calling Simon Ruben a liar? You saying he told us a lie? Maybe we should phone him and find out if he lied to us.”
Kathy visualized the rats and heard them clawing at their cage. “Oh, God! Please don’t. Don’t call him. He didn’t lie to you. I want to be whipped!”
“Well then,” Dolan gestured to Bennett who was holding a riding crop, “see if you can lift your ass to invite the whip.” Bennett stood behind her splayed legs. The men had pulled the ropes tight making it
