Chapter Six
It was about an hour later that Vincent came for her. The time had crawled by slowly and Anna’s shoulders and hips ached from her confinement. Carlos had been right. This was definitely worse than merely having her hands and feet bound. There was no comfortable position. Having the faux p***s in her mouth was a constant reminder of the c***s that had visited it over the last two days. She cursed the Hispanic limo driver for his unnecessary cruelty.
“This is how a w***e should be tied,” he said. Well, she was a w***e wasn’t she. Why shouldn’t she be treated like one. But even w***e’s had rights, didn’t they? Why she had to be treated so dismally, she didn’t know. She had done everything that was asked of her. She wondered miserably if she was going to be constantly available f
