“Hmm?” he questioned with intrigue.
“Yeah that's why she got out early, and we got to clean her up. She's going straight to the treatment room.”
“What's it this time?” The bald man asked as he moved the limp figure to slip the gown over her.
“I'm not sure, but I hear it's a one-off thing and guaranteed to work.” The man's lecherous gaze traced the pale body of the woman before him, his tongue moistening his lips as he savoured her every contour before it became concealed.
“Well ain't it 'er lucky day, and 'e's 'ere to do it personally?” They each manipulated one of her wrists into the cuffs, securing them a little less forcefully than her legs.
“Apparently it's something to do with a long forgotten method, and he wants to make sure it works.” The mousy-haired man took his position at
