Everything hurt so much that it was hard even to think. It felt like I was being spaced, but I wasn't. I could barely breathe through my screams of pain. Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt.
"Hey!" The other voice shouted suddenly. "We are going back. You have got to give up the kid."
"What? Why?"
"He's going to pay us triple for it. You can find some other collared sub to play with." The tires squealed softly as the car whipped around. The man next to me grumbled and reached out to take hold of my throat.
"Too bad. You seemed like you would have been fun." He dug his nails into my skin, and he cut off my airway. "Does it hurt little sub? Is it painful that I imprinted on you?" I nodded though I knew it was pointless. He knew it was painful. He let my throat go, and I choked for air
