CHAPTER SEVEN: CHRIS

The smell of tobacco mixed with a hint of cognac filled the air as Gideon puffed. I wasn't much of a smoker, but I liked to enjoy a good cigar once in a while. Gideon, on the other hand, could smoke with the best of them, cigars, cigarettes, pot... though, he preferred simple Marlboro.

With my drink in hand, I waited in the quiet company of Gideon. He wasn't a fan of filling the silence with unnecessary talk, so I kept shut. My leg bounced restlessly as the clock ticked.

Finally, the door opened, and a grim-looking Mat entered.

"Well?" I prompted him as soon as he got inside, anxious to know more about this woman.

"It was her first time visiting a dungeon of any kind. She said Emily was a submissive, and definitely not a slave." Mat went to the table and grabbed his empty glass. Glancing at me to see if I needed a refill as well.

I shook my head in answer and swore. "How did she know that?"

"She asked. Apparently, Emily didn't like the thought of being a slave, at least not by the loo