Chapter Twenty-Three
“Listen up, f**k slaves. This is how it’s gonna work.”
There were a dozen of them, standing to attention on the dirt apron where the helicopter had been. Naked as usual, though they’d been issued with sandals. Hands cuffed behind their backs, they stood in pairs with each pair also cuffed together by the ankles. The metal restraints were already hot from the sun. The seneschal was addressing them.
Cassie had woken up in the same cell she’d been in the night she’d arrived—the one set into the wall of the living room. Other Girl had been with her, lying with her head between Cassie’s legs though she had no memory of having her p***y eaten out. The room had been empty, the party guests presumably in the guest wing, sleeping with whichever slave they’d picked for the ni
