CHAPTER TWENTYFor Lack of a Sting
Taia unlocked the door later and peered into the room to locate me before pushing the door wider. She turned the key behind her and a peculiar sensation crawled across my flesh. She carried with her a noxiousness, as though she’d gorged on the nectar of weeds.
I’d avoided the blood on the sheets and positioned myself cross-legged on the floor. My back rested against the closet door. The barred windows and locked door destroyed any notion of easy escape, so I bided my time and discarded each plan in turn as some fundamental element failed. Taia moved around the room and I hid my temper as she pressed the key inside her corset. I eyed the rising pink breasts with disdain and toyed with myself. How badly did I want that key?
Taia hauled the soiled sheets f
