”She licked her lips and swallowed. “I met a man, a young officer, who told me some women had sacrificed their,” she hesitated, “their reputat...on, their bodies in support of the King, the loyal cause. Can that be true?”I released her hand and sat back, crossing my legs and admiring her youth and beauty; I thought about the madam’s “nieces” and their sacrifice. She had such good posture, such grace. She was quite desirable. I chuckled. “It is true I fear. Some women in these parts have thrown. I kneel before him, restrained as he desires me. My wrist and ankles tied together with a small X-strap. Silver chains run from my collar to my nipples and clit. But this is merely foreplay; it’s the plug in my ass and the vibrator in my pussy that has me shaking with lust. My breasts rise and fall with each breath, an offering to him. I can feel his desire as he takes his enjoyment from me. I know he is hard and I know he is pleased with me. I feel his eyes capturing me, sheltering me in his. This isn’t over yet.”Ella rummaged in the bag again, taking out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a canister of table salt, as well as a round of bandages. She doused the window with alcohol, enjoying the pain she heard in response. She dumped the salt, rubbing it deep into the bloody crevasses of her gaping thigh. Then she dressed it, wrapping it tight with the bandages. She didn’t want her to bleed out yet.Ella picked up the knife again, wiping it clean.“How did you feel about that, Rachel? Did. "Are you Mr. Cuvier?" asked the driver. Galen nodded and replied, "Yes. My car is still on the interstate, about a mile toward Savannah from the exit. Do you need me, or do I just give you the keys?" Either way," responded the driver. "I'll deliver it to this address." He held out a business card. "You can come with me now to get anything you need from the car, or you can get it from the garage, in about forty-five minutes."After some consideration, Galen took the card and replied, "Thanks, I.