"Can I offer you a drink?" he asked as he went to the bar and poured himself a straight scotch. He sat one in front of her. ¡°Not to worry, I'm not foolish enough to think to drug you."
"Sure you wouldn't," Seth said with a smirk. Apparently, it was Master Dorian and not the other guy who was really the house. Regardless she was going to still have to be really careful considering just how scared Diamond was. ¡°I¡¯ll take a water, please,¡± she said.
He nodded, he went to the mini fridge that was under his desk, took out a bottle of water and handed it to her. He waited while the woman examined the water. When she saw that the plastic band was sealed, she twisted the cap open and took a sip. "Now, this will be the only time I ask this before my patience runs out. How about you tell me who you are and why you are snooping around the girls in my club.¡±
¡°Snooping¡¡± she clutched her pearls. ¡°Insulted. I¡¯m just a girl.¡±
¡°Just a girl, cute. Are we really gonna play this game."
¡°I don¡¯t know what¡wha¡¡±
Seth felt like her brain had crashed into the back of her skull and the floor gave out from under her even though she was sitting. She blinked, trying to stand¡but she swayed on her feet. Seth looked at the bottle of water on the desk.
¡°Damn Seth, that was stupid." she turned to look at Dorian, "Ass." She whispered as blackness consumed her and her body fell limp upon the office floor.
Dorian smirked as the woman collapsed onto the floor of his office. ¡°Hmm, I guess she couldn¡¯t handle her water.¡± His gaze flicked to the duo in the door. ¡°take her downstairs, to rest.¡± He smiled as the men moved forward. He knew downstairs she would be stripped and lashed with thick leather locked straps to one of the wooden crosses that he used for his own personal play. She would work for him, one way or another.
Three security men took Seth into the lower levels of the club; there she was stripped of everything but her undergarments for now.? While one guard held her steady with her back placed against the vertical beam of the wooden cross, the others worked to fasten thick buckled leather straps around her wrists. They then secured a strap around her forehead, just under her breasts, and around her hips. Each thigh was also buckled down to keep her legs slightly parted. The straps supported her weight, as would the slight shelf below her feet once she was conscious.
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