Chapter Nine
Just as Annabelle let her guard down enough to drop into a fitful sleep, the iron door was opened, the lights were turned on, and three men entered the area, all barking orders far more loudly than necessary. Annabelle’s cellmate couldn’t have moved more quickly if she were on fire. She was positioned on her hands and knees, facing away from the men, presenting herself for use as she had earlier, before Annabelle had even sat up on her pallet. Even Brad was already in position, on his hands and knees with his ass pointed toward the men. Annabelle knew she was to do the same, but couldn’t bring herself to assume such a humiliating position. She feigned ignorance, and remained where she was.
“All right, slaves! You know the drill.”
Leashes were attached to the collars Brad a
