Chapter 97 Tortured Soul (3)

“Come on then, pet.” Tom took her leash and tugged on it.

Alicia’s lips parted, tripping over herself to keep up with Tom’s strides. It was utterly humiliating. Not only was this collar and leash humiliating, but still being dressed in this chemise, her breasts bunched together and her long legs on display, the lacy thong riding up her ass and vagina almost on display.

They walked up some steps, though it was a lot of effort on Alicia’s part. Her wounds may be healing, but the silver collar radiated along her skin, keeping her weak.

Tom whistled nonchalantly, his back still to Alicia, completely content with the situation. Did he not deem her a threat? She eyed the leash.

All she had to do was jump onto his back and wrap this leash around his neck.

Alicia took one silent step and another, creeping up on Tom-

“I wouldn’t do that,” Tom said, looking over his shoulder. “You would only stir my excitement at your pitiful attempt at escape. Do you really want to be railed against the wall