Carnal Slave Read Free

and reasonable she relaxed a little. Then she acknowledged that he’d issued a command and again felt overwhelmed.
    “I said, get up.”
    There was something fierce and cruel in the not-so-simple sentence. Her shoulders already ached from being pulled back, and she’d started to drool. The way he stood on widespread legs left her with no doubt of which of them was in charge. Trembling as she hadn’t done since childhood, she squirmed around on the couch until she was sitting up and her feet were on the carpet. Her robe had come untied. One breast was exposed as was much of her belly and mons.
    Leaving her, he walked over to the opening between the living room and kitchen and turned on the overhead light. He studied her as she fought to free her arms. When he reached into his back pocket, she feared he was reaching for a knife. “No, please,” she tried to beg but only muffled sounds came out. She was barely restrained so why did she feel so helpless?
    He pulled out a digital camera and began taking pictures of her. Every time the flash went off, she jumped and frantically looked for somewhere, anywhere to run. The closed front door seemed to be mocking her. Not only would she be hard-pressed to open it with her arms the way they were, her captor would surely stop her.
    Damek! That’s what he’d said his name was.
    “I’ve been watching you for several days.” He placed the camera on the coffee table. “As a result, I know a lot about your housing situation. I made gagging you my first order of business because there’s a remote chance someone might hear a scream. Having neighbors who work nights made things easier for me. Otherwise, I might have had to grab you elsewhere.”
    He hadn’t told her she couldn’t move. Even if he had, she couldn’t stand still. Shaking even more, she paced from one end of the couch to the other and back again. Was this what a caged animal felt like?
    “Remote capture appeared to be problematic,” he continued, “because you avoid isolated places. What is it? You’re afraid of being where there aren’t crowds?” He frowned.
    “No, that’s not it because you wouldn’t be living here. This really is a dump, hardly where I’d expect an accountant to be living.”
    How did he know what she did—or used to do—for a living?
    He jerked his head at the space between her legs. “I’ll be shaving that pussy.”
    What was he saying? That he intended to keep her with him? The possibility brought bile to her throat. She frantically swallowed as best she could.
    “I’m going to check out your living conditions before we leave,” he said as calmly as if they were discussing the weather. “Which means I’ll be leaving you to your own devices for a few minutes. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? It’d give you a chance to try to escape.”
    He hadn’t touched her since gagging and restraining her. Whatever his intentions, he wasn’t going to kill her—at least not now. He didn’t seem interested in her exposed breast, not that that comforted her.
    “One thing about having worked for Carnal Incorporated as long as I have.” He reached into another pocket and pulled out a black sleep mask. “I come well-prepared.”
    As he started toward her, she whirled and sprinted for the kitchen. She had no idea what, if anything she had in mind, but she couldn’t stand there like a sheep being led to slaughter. She got as far as the doorway when he hit her from behind and slammed her into a wall. Moving quicker than she thought possible, he yanked the mask over her head and against her eyes. Her world disappeared.
    Taking hold of her hair, he straightened her. His breath heated and dampened the top of her head.
    “You don’t smell bad, like you recently took a shower. I guess that explains the robe, either that or you were getting ready to play with yourself.”
    She’d known his words would turn sexual but hearing them knotted her stomach. Being unable to yell for help had taken a