CHAPTER FOURTEEN
How Hector came to be in possession of the tapes was never quite clear to Randi. But he seemed to have a fair number from her days in slavery to Bret Duncan, even the one of the branding, richly detailed and filmed in perfect Technicolor. How they did that in that dank, noise-ridden basement, she’ll never know.
Hector insisted that she watch the tapes; this was evidence, as graphic as he could make it, of the dark stirrings of her s****l nature. The dreadful brand on her upper thigh was enough of a reminder. She had no desire to see the images of her debasement, so graphic, so very real, clearer than she remembered the sessions actually being. Images of Nino, Bret and Iago abusing her with everything from whips to clamps to electric shock, followed by the brutally effici
