Chapter Twelve
The man Anna feared most of all came towards her holding a long, thick cane as the two girls cowered before him on their knees. Anna actually assumed the classic position of the supplicant, holding her hands together and lifting her clenched hands beseechingly.
‘This guy said he’d have enjoyed a wank better,’ Price said, standing over the trembling Anna.
One of Price’s sidekicks stood beside him, idly opening and closing a cutthroat razor.
‘How many more complaints am I going to get? You’re a f*****g waste of space.’
‘I’m so sorry, master,’ Anna pleaded. ‘I didn’t mean…I was very tired.’
‘Tired! All you do is lie on your back and get f****d all day. How tiring is that?’
‘It won’t happen again, I promise. I’ll make sure I give satisfaction to every man.’
The sidekick
