Whispered Promises

Brie looked back at Mary in fear, wanting to call out to her. But she remained silent, knowing Mary would be punished for it.

“Gentlemen, I am familiar with your particular tastes and have brought two slaves for your entertainment. There are no limits to tonight’s play. If either one of the slaves refuses, the other will die.”

Brie gasped in horror.

The sound of the five men’s obscene laughter would forever be burned in her heart.

“As host, I shall begin the evening with some harmless fun,” Holloway informed them.

Brie swallowed hard as she watched Holloway approach Mary while still addressing the men. “You all know this one is my prized possession. I’ve groomed her since she was a child to take the place of her whore of a mother.”

He lifted Mary’s chin and looked down at her beautiful face. Mary kept her gaze lowered while he spoke. “She is nearly perfect, but she has a rebellious streak that has yet to be eradicated. I plan to cure her of that tonight…one way or another.”

The men’s malicious laughter continued.

These people have no souls!

“You may not be aware of this, but she is an expert at fellatio. Better than any hooker I’ve ever had.”

The men grunted their approval.

Without warning, Holloway slapped Mary’s face with the same power behind it that he’d used on Brie at the theatre. The sound of the impact echoed through the room.

Brie immediately closed her eyes and retreated to her dream in the wildflower field. However, she couldn’t block out the horrible sound of him slapping Mary’s face while he verbally humiliated her in front of those men.

Brie had to force back the tears when it occurred to her that what he was doing was eerily similar to the abuse Mary suffered at the hands of her stepfather. She knew it was a calculated tactic on Holloway’s part.

He wanted to trigger Mary before the night even began!

The room suddenly lit up as lightning flashed nearby. Brie opened her eyes just as the thunder followed, making the windows rattle violently.

Unfazed by the storm raging outside, Holloway barked, “Look at me!”

She saw Mary obediently lift her head to meet his gaze. However, Mary did not disguise the hatred she felt as she glared up at him.

Holloway smiled, slapping her face again. “Ah, that rebellious streak raises its ugly head again. It will make tonight far more entertaining!”

Based on the erections straining their expensive pants, Brie could tell the men who were watching were turned on by the violence. However, they were not like the audience from the other night. These men were not playing with themselves like teenage boys. No, they were actively observing the scene with a detached excitement that felt inhuman.

Before leaving Mary’s side, Holloway slapped her face with such force that her neck snapped backward. Still, Mary remained silent, not giving him the satisfaction of her cries.

Brie held her breath when Holloway turned his gaze on her. “We’re off to a promising start but now it’s your turn, songbird.”

She prayed for strength as Holloway approached her, his eyes gleaming with predatory excitement.

Turning to face the men, he asked, “Isaac, would you like the honor of being next?”

An older man with a long gray beard and a robust frame stood up and straightened his jacket before approaching Brie.

He walked around her, studying her body like it was a piece of meat. “The skin is pristine,” he complimented Holloway.

“I was mindful of that during training,” Holloway replied. “An admirer of your work, I wanted you to have an untouched canvas.”

The man snorted in appreciation.

The aura the man radiated was one of pure brutality. Brie’s skin crawled just being near him. When he reached out to touch her, Brie instinctively shied away.

“Uh-uh-uh…” Holloway warned her, then glanced back at Mary.