Chapter 1

“Ok then bitch. You may swallow.” Just as she started to gulp down the man cream, Ryan flung his belt straight up behind her between her legs, the rough leather snapping with a Crack! right onto her delicate pussy.

“gulp! AHH! Cough” NGHHH!! o-oh my-*cough-gawd!!!” Throat convulsing, Chelsea fell over onto her side and clutched at her sex, while she spluttered and choked on the cum, trying her best to keep it in her stomach. Her pussy burned and a nice red stripe angrily colored her soft sex lips. Why did he hit her?!

------Earlier that day-----

“This is going to be a piece of cake.” It was the dead of winter in Pittsburgh, and a lone squad car coasted down the rundown street heading towards a large warehouse. It was early Friday afternoon, and officers Mike and Ryan were in high spirits. Joking with each other and laughing, the two corrupt cops pulled into the warehouse’s large parking lot.

Inside, Chelsea McKinley, a pretty young thing, was taping up a box for shipment. Fresh out of high school, Chelsea hoped she could work for a year or two and save up to go to college, but the economy was not great. No one would hire someone with no work experience, and only by some miracle did she manage to convince the manager here to give her a shot.

She thought the man had some sympathy for her, but really he just hoped to fuck her. She only cost him minimum wage, and if she didn’t put out he’d find a reason to fire her. She was just finishing up her first week.

Chelsea was dressed in casual, winter work clothes; a yellow coat over a white tshirt, blue jeans, and a baby blue ball cap. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail, through the cap, and she absent-mindedly wiped the sweat from her brow, pushing some dangling blonde strands from her face as she worked. Though the warehouse was chilly and drafty in winter, she could still work up a bit of a sweat moving around some of the larger boxes.

Officers Mike and Ryan made their way up the slippery steps and entered the warehouse. Seeing the two officers waiting politely at the door, one of the workers went to the office to get Harry, the manager.

Looking flustered and confused, Harry, a thin greasy looking man, greeted them.

“Can I help you gentlemen?”

“Yes, I’m Officer Ryan and this is Officer Mike, we’re with Pittsburgh PD. Are you the manager in charge?”

“Yes, I am, I’m Harry Rumsfield. Is there a problem I can help you with?”

“We are looking for Chelsea McKinley, she may have some involvement with a crime and we need to ask her a few questions.”

Harry stiffened. Damn that girl, she was already proving to be too much trouble.

“I see. What did she do?”

Ryan looked hesitant. “We can’t go into details, but she is suspected of grand theft and the sale of illegal substances.” Great. A thief and a dealer. Harry frowned.

“Oh. Well, I will bring her of course. We have a conference room next to the office, would you like to speak to her there?”

“Yes, that would be fine.”

Harry escorted the men to a small meeting room, which contained a whiteboard and a rectangular table with chairs. The table and chairs were made of cheap metal, and looked rusty in places. Before excusing himself to get Chelsea, Harry turned on a baseboard heater to warm the room up. Ryan and Mike glanced around, looking for any cameras. There were none.

After a few minutes wait, the door opened again, and Chelsea entered the room backed by Harry. She looked startled, her brow wrinkling slightly, not expecting to see cops. Harry had not told her why he wanted to speak to her, he was afraid she might make a run for it.

“What is this, Harry?” She turned and looked over her shoulder at him, and he gently pushed her in and closed the door.

“These men are with the police and are here to see you.”

Ryan’s cold eyes ran up and down her body, seemingly appraising her worth. They swept down over the curves of her hips, down her legs, then back up again. She felt a small chill run down her spine as his piercing eyes lingered just a moment longer on the swell of her breasts, then finally settled on her face. The bitch was cute, hotter than her picture.

“You took your time, Miss McKinley.” Mike stated in an annoyed voice. “We’re investigating a series of crimes and need to ask you a few questions.”

“Oh, o-okay” Chelsea answered apprehensively. She didn’t do anything wrong, but being questioned by cops just made her nervous. How did she figure into any of this? And why did they seem so hostile?

“If you don’t mind Mr. Rumsfield, we will need to question her in private. Thank you for allowing us to use this room, it saves us the trouble of having to bring her in.” Bring her in?! Chelsea’s mind started working furiously. What was this about?

“All right then. I’ll be in the office next door.” Harry looked a bit annoyed, but agreed. He had already decided Chelsea would no longer be working here; anyone who brought cops to the workplace during their first week, for whatever reason, was an employee he did not want. As he left the room, Ryan strode towards the single window looking out at the warehouse floor and closed the blinds. Locking the door and standing in front of it, he turned to address the little blonde tart.

“Sit down!” Fidgeting nervously, Chelsea pulled out a rusty metal chair and sat at the table, facing the men. She picked at her nails nervously. “We have your brother in custody.”

Chelsea groaned to herself. Her older brother Andy, in his 30s, had been getting into trouble for as long as she could remember. After their parents had died, Andy tried to take care of his little sister but always fell short. Now he was a drunk and practically lived on drugs, and she hadn’t seen him in 2 months. He did call occasionally, always promising to do better.

“Oh no. What has he-” she began.

“He was apprehended attempting to steal a car.” barked Mike, interrupting her.

This was true. Andy had been trying to force his way into a parked car when, as luck would have it, the two most corrupt cops in Pittsburgh rolled up and caught him in the act. He had the unwashed reek of a desperate man, and after handcuffing him and searching his person, they found his nearly empty wallet. A wrinkled photo of Andy and Chelsea was shoved into the billfold – and after questioning him they determined the bright eyed, curvy girl was his sister.

What they would not tell Chelsea now was that they did not bring her brother in, or report the crime. Seeing a golden opportunity, they simply locked him up in Mike’s basement, while they questioned him on his sister.

And now, here they were.

“Is he ok?” she asked. “Where is he?”

“We are asking the questions Chelsea” snapped Ryan, dropping the polite use of her last name. “He had quite a bit to say about you. We know that you both collaborate and steal cars together,” her eyes widened, “and we know all about the opioids you’ve been selling too.”

“N-no, it’s not true! I haven’t done any of those things!”

“We are officers of the law! The LAW. Do you understand? You will call us Sir or Officer!”

Being young, Chelsea was horribly naive of the world and didn’t ask for a lawyer, or note that no evidence was backing up these accusations. Instead, she just spluttered and panicked.

“But sir, please! I’m telling you, we don’t do those things, I swear! There’s been a mistake-”

“Do not LIE to us!!” roared Mike, slamming his fist down on the table and making her jump. “There’s only one way for you to help your brother, and yourself. You will answer all our questions, and you will cooperate with us. Do that, and we MAY be able to release your brother.”

“If you don’t help us-” picked up Ryan “we will have to bring you in. It will be jail for you while we sort through this mess. Your brother already has a criminal record; his sentence will be long. I doubt you’d even see him again. You can go to jail, or help us. Jail. Or help us. Those are your choices.”

“No! I’ll help you, really! I’m innocent, please!” Chelsea was nearly in hysterics. Her brother was a good guy, she knew he got into a lot of trouble but he would never harm anyone and he loved her. She didn’t want him to get locked away. Ryan walked around the room and shut off the heater, letting the air begin to cool again.

“You would be locked up maybe 20 years. The dykes would love you. You’d be walking bow-legged the rest of your life” Mike sneered at her nastily. “I suggest you help us if you want to avoid that.”

“I-I ... please, I will cooperate Sir.” she said in a small voice, dismayed at his words.

“We shall see. When did you first start selling drugs?”

“I don’t sell drugs sir! I don’t know anything about-”

“So that’s how it’s going to be huh? STAND UP! Feet apart, hands on your head!” Ryan shouted at her, and she quickly rose to her feet, tentatively raising her hands to her head.

“Don’t fucking move.” tears formed in the corner of her eyes as the two men grabbed at her, running their big hands over her body. “We will see if you are hiding any drugs on you.”

“I-I’m-”

“SHUT UP!” Grabbing her ponytail, Ryan pulls her head back as their hands run down her sides and legs. Mike crouched down and patted around her legs, his fingers lingering and rubbing on her inner thighs and briefly over her crotch, pressing firmly.

“Ahh! S-stop! I don’t have anything!”

With his free hand, Ryan felt around her armpits and shoulders, and ran his hand over her breasts, cupping them and lifting gently. Feeling nothing out of the ordinary, he releases her hair and shoves her away a few feet.

“We didn’t find anything but they could be concealed in your clothing. Remove your jacket and cap.”

“No! You can’t just-”

“No? Let me get this straight” drawled Ryan. “You claim to be innocent but won’t even let us search you for drugs. I guess we’d better just haul you in then.”

“W-wait! No! I’ll cooperate! Wait!” with unsteady hands, she quickly pulled her baseball cap off her head, releasing her hair. Next up, she pulled the zipper down her yellow jacket, and her t-shirt clad boobs came to greater prominence. Mike grinned at her, not even bothering trying to hide his enjoyment as he stared at the generous swells, swaying slightly as she pulled her arms through the jacket and set it on the table.

Ryan picked it up and made a show of rummaging through the pockets, feeling along the inner lining. Quickly glancing inside her discarded ball cap, he tossed it back onto the table.

“Shoes and top next. Hurry up.”

“Do I really have to?” she asked in a small voice. Seeing them glare at her in anger, she sat down again and pulled her shoes and socks off, one at a time, as Mike peered into them. Standing back up, she blushed deeply as she started to roll her white shirt up over her head. A white bra encasing her tits dropped down into view, as her mouthwatering cleavage did a little shimmy. She set her shirt on the table and tried to cover her bra with her hands.

“Hands down! This is a search you idiot girl, you can’t be searched if you cover up!” “S-sorry!” she shakily drops her hands.

“Not bad. I’ve always preferred girls with a nice bust. These are definitely a nice handful, don’t you think, Mike?”

“She’s okay I guess” lied Mike, thinking she was gorgeous. “I’ve seen better, they look firm though. Pants! Now! We haven’t got all day!”

Chelsea was appalled at their banter, they were talking about her like she wasn’t even there! Steeling herself, she undid the button on her jeans and pushed them down over her hips, working them off her legs. A pair of pink bikini bottom panties came into view, her mismatched underwear testament to the unexpectedness of the day’s events.

She stood straight back up again and blushed deeply as they eyed her up and down. Riffling through her shirt and pants, Ryan found no items on her at all.

“Where’s your phone? Do you keep a purse?” “Y-yes, it’s at my station...”

“We will need to search it. Mike will get it. What color is it?” “blue, it’s all the way in the back, under the shipping desk.”

“We need to search your car too.” “I don’t have one, um, officer. I take the bus to work...” she shifted uncomfortably, feeling self-conscious.

Mike turned and left the room, off to retrieve the offending item and throw it in the squad car. He had no intention of letting the bitch make a phone call.

Chelsea watched him leave the room, and as soon as the door shut Ryan grabbed her by her hair again. He roughly yanked the hair tie from her ponytail, and re-gripped her blonde locks more savagely. The pain in her scalp made her wince and blink back tears, and Ryan slammed her into the window blinds, pushing her forward into the window.

Her firm breastflesh, still hiding behind her bra, smashed up on the cheap and flimsy blinds, bending them open slightly. She was sure her co-workers could see! She pushed back against the blinds with her hands, trying to get free, messing them up more.

“Stop! What are you doi—ahh ouch!” Ryan had leaned into her with his shoulder, crushing her breasts into the unforgiving glass. Pinning her, he ran his free hand down between her ass cheeks, continuing between her thighs along the groove of her slit.

“We’ll continue” Ryan grunted, forcing the squirming girl harder into the window. On the other side, Ricardo, an employee that ran the order picker, stared. It looked like the top third of a pair of bra cups was crushed flat against the window glass, squirming cleavage slightly visible above. And were those hands? Was he seeing that right?

Officer Mike saw the man staring and strode over to talk to him. Best to make sure he wouldn’t talk about what he just saw.

Back in the conference room, Ryan continued to check her for drugs. Rubbing her pussy through her panties for way longer than necessary, he moved his hand up and slipped his fingers underneath the waist band. He felt each full ass cheek in turn, squeezing possessively.

Slap!

Satisfied, he gave her ass a hard slap while she cried, and he moved his face near her ear smelling her hair.

“Why are you doing this? Let me go!”

He slides his hand around to the front, under the waistband, and she starts fighting to get away.

The door opened again as Mike returned, his brow furrowing seeing her struggles. He ran over to help Ryan hold her still.

“Stop resisting, you stupid bitch!” Slap! Slap! Pulling her away from the window, Mike slapped her face hard twice while Ryan held her arms from behind. Chelsea saw stars as she blinked stupidly, momentarily dazed by the blows, her head snapping neatly to the left and right.

“So much for cooperation! We’re bringing you in!” Pulling out their handcuffs, they quickly cuffed her wrists behind her back, as well as her ankles, hobbling her. They force marched her out the door, one officer grasping each of her arms behind her back.

Chelsea blushed even more deeply, all her new coworkers were staring at her in her underwear!

“I-I’m sorry, please, I’ll cooperate, I-I’m s-sorry!” she cried pathetically as they practically dragged her to the door, her little hobbled steps not letting her keep up. As they passed Ricardo, the man nodded and smiled, barely restraining himself from showing his glee. He had struck an agreement with Mike, and he couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

It was still early afternoon when they dragged her out into the cold winter weather outside. Her nipples instantly reacted to the frigid air, poking painfully hard into her bra cups, and her flesh all over flushed with goosebumps. They slammed her onto the hood of their squad car while Mike held her down, and pulling out a black blindfold, they quickly tied it around her head. Ryan opened the rear door. They unceremoniously threw her in the back, and started their drive to the ‘station.’ Unfortunately for Chelsea, the station was Mike’s basement.

A 20 minute drive later, a shivering Chelsea was finally pulled out of the squad car. They had cracked the rear windows and shut off the heat, letting her freeze her nearly naked ass off. Stopping at Ryan’s house halfway, they pulled her from the car and pushed her face down into the snow.

*Thud! “Ugh!” A heavy boot landed between her shoulder blades, pinning her and making her exhale sharply.

Turning on his garden hose, Ryan sprayed the flailing girl down with the freezing water.

“*Gasp! OOOOHH” she felt her heart leap into her throat as the cold hit her. He sprayed down her entire backside and lifted his boot. She rolled over, trying to get to her feet, but this only let Ryan generously spray down her glass-cutting chest and gasping face as well.

“N-nn-nn-o stsssstttop!” They threw her back into the car, and resumed their drive to Mike’s house. Of course, they still left the windows cracked open, the soaking girl curled up in the back seat trying to find warmth.

30 minutes later, the blindfolded girl once again found herself flying through the air, landing with a thud onto the frozen ground.

“Welcome to the station bitch. Let’s get you processed.”

“P-please, s-s-so c-cold, there’s n-no n-need for t-this! I’ll do a-anything y-y-you w-want!” her teeth chattered violently behind her blue tinged lips. She was in serious danger now, they had better hurry up and get her inside.

They marched the unfortunate girl through the front door, and blissful heat washed over Chelsea. Her teeth still chattering madly, she found herself guided down a set of stairs, down and down, until finally they stopped their descent and slammed her ass onto a stool. Her blindfold was ripped off her face.

She squinted, grimacing, into the bright light, unable to see. Three bright interrogation lights were aimed right at her face, and the frightened, shivering girl hugged her knees as she sat on the cold metal stool. She couldn’t make out her dark surroundings at all. At least the air was simply chilly and not freezing, her flesh gratefully accepting the new warmth.

Mike’s voice came to her from the darkness. “This is one of the station’s interrogation rooms. You’ve been brought here because you are combative, uncooperative, and hindering a police investigation.” Stepping forward, she could make out his shape. He laughed to himself at the ignorant girl, she had no idea how benign a real police station actually was.

Scared out of her wits, she began to babble. “No no no I will cooperate really-!”

“Shut up!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry please just let me and my brother go please I-”

*Smack! “Owww!” She stopped rambling when Ryan walked up behind her and cuffed her on the head. She looked back at him miserably and choked back a sob.

“Better. You will learn to talk less, I promise you.”

“We are feeling generous.” drawled Mike. “We will give you one last chance to help us. Is that something you’d like to do?”

She stared at him with hateful eyes, but nodded vigorously.

“Well then. Kindly stand.”

Rising up on unsteady feet, Chelsea looked like a deer in headlights, the bright spotlights making her the glowing attraction of the room. She still couldn’t see more than 4 feet in front of her.

“Remove your bra and panties while we ask you some more questions. We still haven’t searched you completely.”

“I- ... Y-yes sir.” she said quietly. She had never heard of police being this violent or brutal. Was this normal treatment for criminals? Why wouldn’t they believe she was innocent!? She had to cooperate, maybe then they would see she wasn’t a criminal and be nicer to her.

They release her handcuffs, and she tenderly rubbed her wrists. Eyeing Mike warily in front of her, she reached behind and unclasped her bra, holding the cups to her tits. Mortified, her face flushing red, she slightly bit her lower lip nervously and pulled the bra away, exposing her jiggling titflesh to their hungry eyes. Her pink, hard nipples stuck out, begging to be pinched.

*Whistle “Those are a whore’s tits if I ever saw ‘em.”

Flushing angrily, she started to protest. “I-I’m not a whore!”

Ryan waved his hand dismissively. “The panties next, whore. Don’t piss us off.”

She didn’t like how he talked to her, or how he touched her before, but she felt like he had power over what would happen to her and her brother so kept quiet. Maybe now that the other officer was present he wouldn’t be so handsy. She gripped her waistband and started to slide them down. “Stop! Turn around and bend over.” Humiliation washed over her, but she did as she was told. “Good, arch your back a little. Now pull them down. Slowly.”

Sliding the cotton bikini bottoms down her slender legs, her pouting pussy came into view, the lips tightly pinched closed by her thighs. Straightening back up, she kicked her panties aside.

“Turn around again. Spread your legs. Good.” They simply looked at her for a good long minute, intending to embarrass her.

“There could be bags taped under those titties. Or up inside her. Well bitch, are you hiding anything?”

“I’m not a bitch!! And no!” she protested. “For God’s sake, I’m naked!”

“One way to find out. Start doing jumping jacks. Don’t stop until I tell you.” Ryan commanded sternly. She stared at him, then remembered the thin ice she was on already. Swallowing her pride, embarrassed beyond belief, she meekly started doing half-assed jumping jacks.

“What the fuck is that?!” Mike boomed. “Extend all the way! Put some energy into it, God damn it girl!”

Tits flopping heavily, Chelsea redoubled her efforts, spreading her legs and arms into a perfect airborne star again and again. Her heavy chest was determined to punish itself this time, slamming down over and over on her ribs, the sore funbags aching more and more.

10, 11, 12, 13

On and on she jumped, her body quickly warming up now. Ryan squatted down and peered at her pussy, seeing if any bags had worked themselves free. Mike for his part watched her tits, mesmerized by the rhythmic bouncing and jiggling.

35, 36, 37

They let her keep going, ostensibly to see if anything would work itself free. At one point she grabbed her breasts for support.

“Hands off! NOW!” Ryan screamed in her flinching face. “The fuck do you think you’re doing? Is that a jumping jack?” “I’m sorry!” she released her poor titties and groaned as they resumed their punishing dance.

50, 51, 52

“Keep going, Chelsea. We’ll let you know when you’ve been thorough enough.”

“Y-yes Sir. gasp” gasp

88, 89

wheezing “Officer, please. gasp Can I stop?” Her sore breasts throbbed relentlessly, becoming two bags of liquid ache on her chest, as she fought to keep her breath. “I was about to let you but now you get another 30. Keep going.”

118, 119, 120, 121, 122, 123

“Stop!” Breathing heavily and covered in a sheen of sweat, Chelsea stopped her exercise.

“See, I don’t have any drugs!” she wheezed.

“On your ass. Now. Spread your legs and pull those pussy lips open. There better be nothing there.”

Flushed with exertion and embarrassment, the girl sat down on the floor and spread her legs shoulder width apart.

“Wider!” Mike kicked her feet apart further, exposing her tender quim to their gaze. Timidly, she reached down around her legs and pulled her lips apart, the labia stretching open slightly. Kneeling down, Ryan suddenly jammed his thumbs up her cunt and pulled hard sideways, prying her tight little hole open while she cried out.

“N-no don’t touch me there!” Ignoring her, Mike joined Ryan and took out a penlight, shining it up her protesting fucktube. Seeing nothing but pink, he puts the light away. Ryan pulled his thumbs free and her labia sprung back, the gates of her sex snapping shut again neatly.

“Not a virgin I see, I knew you were a whore” Ryan mocked her. She just stared at him, wanting to cry.

“Who was it, whore? Who fucked that nasty twat?”

“N-no one ... years ago when I was little I ... well ... I used a carrot.”

Mike guffawed loudly, and she turned even more red. “So you’re a whore for vegetables huh. Good to know.” Mortified that she had told him, she felt small and useless.

Still sitting with her legs open, she looked up and asked “You can see I have no drugs ... please, will you let me and my brother go?”

Ryan laughed at her. “Your brother was caught committing grand theft auto. I know, let’s talk to him about it.” Chelsea jumped, startled, as the rooms lights were turned on, banishing the oppressive darkness that blinded her to her surroundings.

Right in front of her, not 10 feet away, her brother Andy was soundlessly banging on the soundproofed glass of the cell he was locked in. Yelping, Chelsea snapped her legs shut and quickly stood, covering her tits and pussy and turning sideways.

“Oh my Goddd! He’s right there!!!” Chelsea wanted to shrivel up and die. “What the fuck!?”

“Yes, he is there” Ryan said nonchalantly. Keeping his gaze on her, he takes his gun from the holster and points it straight at Andy while Chelsea shrieked. Cowering, Andy backed away from the window, silently mouthing words no one could hear.

“Stop, NO don’t shoot him wait! WHAT IS HAPPENING?” she wailed. She took two steps towards Ryan but Mike intercepted her, backhanding her across the face while she crumpled into a heap. The corner of her mouth trickled a droplet of blood while she looked up, wide eyed.

“Listen closely slut, and listen well” Mike said quietly. “You are not at a police station. We caught your brother stealing and brought him here. If you disobey us, he dies. If you piss us off, he dies. If we decide you’re just not worth keeping around anymore, he dies. Do you understand?”

“B-but ... why?!” Chelsea screamed. “Why us? What do you want?”

“Dear Andy here had your picture on him, and we liked what we saw, it’s as simple as that. Now answer the question!”

*Smack! He knocked her to the floor again, and sat down on her waist. Pinning her arms above her head with one hand, he started slapping her sore titbags left and right with the other.

Slap! Ungh! “DO” Slap! Oww! “YOU” Slap! Ouch! “UNDERSTAND?” Slap! “Ohhhh y-yes!” Slap! “Yes, yes!” Slap! “I u-understand!!!” *Slap! “Owwww!” Slap!Slap!Slap!Slap! He spanked her hurting boobflesh hard, never tiring of watching the jiggling. Even after she answered him, he still laid into her tits.

“Good.” Slap! “Ohhh s-stop” Slap! “Ngh!” *Slap!

After another half dozen slaps for good measure, he releases her arms and savagely grabs both of her nipples. Standing up, he pulls her to her feet, stretching her breasts into cones as she claws at his hands, desperately trying to release his fingers. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks, a combination of stress and pain. It looked beautiful.

Ryan lowered his gun. “You were born to be a slut; to swallow cocks and be used as a toy.”

She glared at him. “I’m a person, not a toy!” The boldness of her statement was diminished by her wincing face, as she struggled to pull Mike’s pinching fingers from her tender nubbins.

“Oh?” He pointed his gun at Andy again. “A slow learner too it seems.”

“NO no! I’m sorry!” she cried out. “Don’t hurt him, I’m a toy, I’m just a toy!”

Ryan lowered his gun and smiled, but the gesture just gave Chelsea chills. Taking out a taser, he punched in a code and opened the door to Andy’s soundproof enclosure, stepping inside. Andy’s voice could barely be heard through the cracked open door.

“Let her go, you piece of- AHH!” Ryan had shot Andy with the taser and the man had crumpled to the floor, twitching and crying out. “Andy! Stop! Please!!” Over and over again he was tased, as Chelsea cried and begged them to stop, unable to rush to the door. Leaving her brother twitching on the ground, Ryan locked the door again and faced Chelsea.

“That was generous. Next time maybe we cut something off. Maybe we kill him, I don’t know. Don’t. Piss. Us. Off.” Nodding and crying, Chelsea sniffled and weakly said “I’m sorry.”

Shaking his head, Mike tugged hard on her tit tips, leading the scared girl from Andy’s cell back upstairs. This bitch needed to be broken in. Ryan followed behind.

“Ouch! S-sir, please – ouch!” Chelsea’s felt embarrassed as she was yanked and led around by her nipples, the hard little tips savagely crushed by Mike’s iron grip. She was taken back upstairs and grunted as her breasts pulled out away from her body, and she was thrown into the wall of the kitchen.

Looking around, she couldn’t believe she had thought they had taken her to the police station. This was literally just some guy’s home. A big home, to be sure, Mike had inherited acreage from his father and threw all his money into building a larger house. He and Ryan had added cells to the large basement for any ‘guests’ they might have, and had tirelessly soundproofed the walls and beefed up security. Being in such a quiet and secluded spot anyway, Mike wasn’t worried about being caught.