A nice, slow, relaxing torture…for him at least. ‘Look, I’ve been thinking,’ she said in a clear and reasonable voice. Sex Picking up the discarded blanket, she wrapped it tightly round Kitty, then quickly checked her pulse, and pulled down an eyelid to check the pupil. M’s father died suddenly of a stroke soon after, and with a third of a substantial estate, M had set himself up as a freelance security adviser – and was soon joined by Maisie. M turned to the cabinet on the wall. ‘She’s okay, Boss, but she’ll need a couple of days to recover.’ Maisie said, coming back upstairs. He gave the leash a tug but she resisted. If I bail out now I’ll feel as if I’ve failed myself, and that would bring disgrace on my old army motto. I’ll take a look at her in a minute while you cook breakfast. M took a chain leash out of the chest, attached it to her collar and unclipped the chain that secured her to the wall. ‘I’ll bring you some food in a while.’
She stood and turned, then paused and said in an almost kindly tone, ‘You never know, you might even get to enjoy it one day.’ Kitty wept quietly, shocked and weakened by the pain still raging through her body.
