“We will, Mom,” Orion said, grinning. He had his father's leer, as did Cameron.
Next, I administered a second injection of Rohypnol. My husband always kept some around for "emergencies".
I rang for a servant, and then hurriedly dressed in my best traveling clothes.
In the hall, I found Fenton, the butler, waiting at attention. His black hair was as neat as ever, and his face impassive. As my most trusted servant, his cooperation in this punishment was crucial.
"The slave in the bedroom,” I said, my voice dripping with disdain, “has proven unsatisfactory. My husband wants her sent to the penal markets as soon as possible.”
“I will personally see to her disposal,” Fenton said crisply and hurried into the room.
I accompanied him, intent on seeing my will done. The black-haired girl lay
