Ck 3 - Chapter 33 - The Warehouse

Kylie

It was hard to tell time with a hood on my head, but I don't think we drove for more than an hour. That was probably good, right? I mean in terms of planning a rescue, we weren't too far away. Our journey was over, it seemed. The car stopped and the doors opened. I was pulled out of one side of the vehicle. I assume Analiese was pulled out of the other. No one had spoken during our trip, and it was nerve-wracking being left with my own thoughts, which honestly, weren't good ones. How could they be?

My mind kept going through all the facts. Edgar had bought a lot of equipment. B D S M style equipment. I've been in the club, and I can, unfortunately, imagine some of what he's gathered. He's built a dungeon somewhere and ra8pe is the least of my concerns. Though that is a huge concern, I'm also imagining torture of a very deviant kind. Now he has two potential slaves.

Slaves. I shudder. Neither one of us will consent to anything. My emotions are running the gambit here. Raw fear, pu