"Your men considered the girls in those cages a threat. But that wasn't the case. Oh no, the biggest threat was the one that you let escape," the man in front of me whispered into my ear as his hands continued to stroke me in such a way that I could feel the bile rising in my throat.
I kept my mouth shut, not because I wanted to, but rather because I had no choice in the matter. My mind was still fighting what my eyes were seeing, but I couldn't understand what was going on. All that I knew what that someone, not one of my men, was touching me. And I didn't like it.
I opened my mouth a few times to cough, unable to control it. As his fingers grazed over my breasts, I heard him start to pant. "You seemed to be in complete control back then. Not caring about anything, able to kill without a second thought. How did it feel to have their blood on your hands? Do their cries keep you up at night?"
