Chapter Twenty Four
Telegraph to Chateau de la Rose Noire, Meaux
From Dr. Beauregard Addams, Lyon en route to Marseille.
In great haste. Missed Vivianne and Driss by one day. Thad and Mallery gone to buy provisions. Strathmore dead. B.W.A.
“Dead,” Dima set the paper aside. “You see, slave, your Master is taking care of everything. We can concentrate on training now.”
Lucy didn’t want to be trained by this man. He was horrible and heartless and she didn’t love him. He kept her arms bound behind her back all the time, forcing her breasts to jut forward and her neck was always held upright by a wide posture collar. She couldn’t even turn her head left or right and certainly wasn’t able to look down, “Yes, sir,” she said half-heartedly. Not even the good news of Benslimane’s demise could
