. her husband Phillip, was working. He was the only commercial artist she knew who insisted on ear-splitting decibels before he could settle down to w...rk.She tried to recall what it was he'd said this morning he was working on now. The Ford campaign? No, it seems it was food of some sort... maybe I should go ask him, just to let him know I'm home.But there was no need, for Phillip had spotted her from his crow's nest work area, perched on the top half of the two-story main room in a sort of. Jeanna had delivered the check at ten. I was surprised that she did not come to the auction, but then I found out that she was having a business luncheon at her house with out of town managers.Marcy, Jason and I went into the building where they had set up the registration desk, filled out the paperwork and gave the security deposit and letter of credit to the official. I had not opened the letter until I prepared to hand it to the banker. Jeanna had written the credit limit for 30 million. I. Blood flowed. His smelled delicious.“Do you feel death, warrior?” I asked, my left hand running across his bald head, loving how smooth it was, how shiny in the torch light. “Can you feel it quivering against your throat?”His face hardened.“Yes, you can,” I purred. “You've faced her a thousand times, haven't you? That bitch wanting to steal away your life. You've fought so hard, and then she comes at you from behind.” I pressed the knife harder against his flesh. I could feel his pulse. She lets out a squeal and stops trying to escape. Fortunately, this gets the attention of the other girls, and causes the room to go quiet."All right, listen up", you say to the seven scared, naked girls. "We're gonna play a game, I'm going ask you questions, and make you do certain tasks, and you will complete them to the best of your ability. The winner, will be my queen. My queen will have sex with me, my other slaves, and help me get more slaves." Samantha's eyes light up at this, but she.