25
DAPHNE
I woke up the next morning with straw in my mane. A long-lashed, wet-nosed cow stared at me and huffed air through a knothole of the stall wall.
“It’s alright, Betsy. We’ll be out of your hair soon,” I told her.
“I think my good girl deserves a s******g first, don’t you?” Tony’s smug voice promised pleasure. “We have time before strategizing our next move.”
“A s******g. Why?!”
His mouth twisted and my stomach plunged. “You scared the hell out of me last night,” he said.
“We’ve been over this. Getting taken at gunpoint wasn’t anyone’s fault,” I plead, trying to reason. “Including mine.”
“That may be, but I’ll still feel better if I blister your bottom.” He hopped up on his feet, buck n***d, his morning wood most impressive at this hour, and reached for the lead rope hangin
