Irene and Luka stayed behind while I cooked. Everyone came to the table except for Luka. I realized that he had probably already eaten his breakfast. I felt sorry for him. The pancakes and sausage I fixed were far better than what he got for his morning meal, but I soon realized that he would get that sometime later.
Just before noontime Irene and Luca rode down the dusty road to the highway. As the roar of their Harleys vanished into the distance, I thought about last night. How many women keep men as slaves? I was abducted into this life, but Luke or Luka went looking for a sadistic woman to abuse him and make him her slave. It was hard to fathom that anyone would do this willingly.
Nighttime came, and it was Jane’s turn to have me for her pleasure and fun. I guess it wouldn’t be long
