“Take her upstairs and mount her on my bed,” Devlin order his servant. “I’ll be up in a little while.”
Vincent gave his master a small nod and turned to Anna. “Come,” was all he said.
Knowing that she had no choice, Anna followed the tall, dark-visaged servant up the stairs. Her chest was heaving from her sobs. “How will I ever survive?” she thought to herself miserably as she ascended the staircase. Glad to be out of reach of the evil millionaire if even for a little while, Anna, naked now, hurried to stay up with the butler as he strode purposefully before her. It seemed unreal to her that she had voluntarily put herself into Devlin’s cruel power, that she was moving of her own volition, if not free will, to whatever dismal experience the man had in store for her next. It was like she
