One of the voices said, "Here she is Detective, the Jane Doe from the club."Her mind tried to wrap itself around this sudden and unsettling chain of e...ents. Why was there a Detective here? What did he mean by 'Jane Doe'? Where the fuck was she? A deeper sense of dread began to build in her.She realized the greenish tint to the light was caused by its filtering through a sheet covering her face. She screamed, but again there was no sound.Voice one asked, "Help me get her on the gurney, would. After she left, my Master asked if I was dressed as he had requested. I nodded and he then instructed me to unbutton the top of my shirt so that the top of my corset could be seen. I was a little reluctant to do this but a curt, “now” from him had me obeying. I looked around to see if anyone could see but it looked like I was safe for now.Then he leans over to the chair on the other side of him and picks up this little pink bag and places it in front of me. He tells me to look inside. When I. I told myself I would stay calm and collected, but I found myself constantly trying to make eye contact, to try and see if there was something between us, to try and see if I would get anything out of her but, she acted like I truly didn’t exist. It was so frustrating, I felt like an idiot. Women had always done this to me, always at the time I needed them, even if that meant in a sexual way. I eventually told myself it wouldn’t happen again, and turned my concentration to the meeting going. The suited man sat back down at the table, and Dante pulled another chair out and sat next to him.Angel looked back and forth between the two men.“How old are you, Angel?”Angel glared at the man, “I told you, I don’t know,” she practically hissed.Dante leaned across the table, towards her, “look Angel, officer Harding is just trying to do his job here. These are just routine questions, and the quicker we get through them, the quicker we can talk about what’s next.”“What do you mean, what’s.