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"Please, Renee," Fran sobbed. "Ask him." Wordlessly, Renee held out her arm. "I tell you, leetle one, today I have only enough for one of you. That one who pleases me the most, she shall have it." "Please you ... How?" Renee measured the words out. Manuel snickered. "You know how you must please me, don't you, chica?" And he patted Fran's head. "Don't you, leetle one?" |
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Fran whimpered and started undressing Manuel. Renee watched for a moment, and then the last vestige of her resolve was gone and she hurried forward to help the blonde girl strip their keeper.
Chapter 12
Manuel took them across the hallway to another small room, much like the one they left, except this room was without beds. Its only furniture was a low table. Ropes dangled from the ceiling and the floor was littered with odds and ends, most of it unidentifiable to Renee.
"You," Manuel took Renee's arm, "get on the table."
Renee wanted to say no. She was trembling and she was afraid. But something stronger than her own will was moving her. She sat on the edge of the table which was barely higher than her hips.
"Lie down!"