"You haven't answered me yet, Sarah," I said, my voice echoing slightly in the hollow silence of the Longroad Logistics executive suite. I kept my tone steady, exerting a pressure that was as much psychological as it was physical. "Where exactly does it feel the best?"
Sarah, the woman who handled the complex ledgers of a multi-million dollar shipping operation, the university-educated professional with a mortgage and a reputation to protect, looked up at me with eyes that were completely glazed over. The veneer of the respectable accountant had been stripped away, leaving something raw and primal in its place.
"It’s... it’s better inside than anywhere else," she whimpered, her voice cracking under the weight of her own admission. "Please, Mr. Barnes, stop teasing me. I’ll do anything yo
