Chapter Seventeen
It was difficult to tell who was in the room. Three or perhaps four of them. She’d been hooded before entering the room, so the only face she knew was that of her purchaser—the man with the deep black eyes. The hood had been a new experience for Cassie and one that left her feeling panic. It wasn’t that she couldn’t see—she was used to blindfolds. The material covered her face, so that her own breath inside the hood was stifling. She tried to breathe as shallowly as possible, so the fabric didn’t block her nose and mouth.
She’d been used, repeatedly, to the point that she wondered if the tendons in her thighs would ever let her legs close again. First the work over in the cage, and now this.
Her breasts were constricted by rope, squeezed into tight points where pressur
