Chapter Seventeen
“She’s ten times worse than when she first came to me and a hundred times since I saw her last.” Beau snatched a cigar from his pocket. “I used to think they were all curable. I have my doubts now.” He wiped away the film of sweat that had formed on his forehead.
“Why did she keep calling you Master?” They had stopped outside the main office.
Beau could only shrug, “She used to call me that at Greenbrier, too. She fancies herself some sort of slave, a s*x slave if you will forgive my saying so. She was persistent in it and tried everything to push herself on me.” He sighed with frustration, “I had thought she was over it all when I released her.” In truth, he knew she was unstable, but had not imagined this level of it. “It’s a sad case.”
“Coggin will want to talk to
