Devlin and Vincent watched the big, black, steel box being rolled away by the men. Carol’s sobs could be heard faintly as it receded. Devlin turned to Vincent.
“I’m going to the club. Have one of the other sluts, Irina, the little Russian girl with the passport problem, here by ten o’clock. Give her a good whipping and then have her ready on my bed when I get back.”
“Yes, Mr. Devlin,” the tall, obedient servant replied.
Devlin turned and walked towards the front door.
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Carol’s little prison was wheeled down the hallway towards the servant’s entrance. The men pushed open the steel covered door and pulled the box over the transom. The rear entrance had a loading dock and their van was backed up to it. One of the men opened the doors while the other slid the box over the end of the do
