that I'd fall in love and be getting married, I'd have thought it was crazy, too."
Chapter Four
Dylan
The scream of the naked woman being tortured filled the interior of Dylan Parker's rental car as he sat outside the Four Seasons hotel. He wasn't sure what had compelled him to fill the boring hours spent doing surveillance in his car by watching the very websites being broadcast from inside the seedy warehouse owned by their mark.
He was intimately aware of the heinous actions being perpetrated against the unfortunate women working inside the windowless building they'd been watching round the clock for the last few weeks. The fact that most of the employees voluntarily entered and exited the warehouse, as if they were going to work on a production line versus participating in sex for hire, didn't make what happened inside seem any less depraved to Dylan.
On the screen of his iPad, an overweight man in his forties was applying brutal nipple clamps to the pebbled tits of a twenty-something blonde who looked like she could have been the prom queen or perhaps the head cheerleader of her high school just a few years before. She'd fallen from her glory days, taking a wrong turn as she'd chased fame and fortune. Dylan wondered what was going through the woman's mind as she lay tied across a piece of heavy wooden furniture with one purpose; holding victims immobile so they could be punished, humiliated, and eventually fucked by dominant men acting at the direction of paying customers.
This site was just one of the many sites under Jake Davenport's lucrative 'Strictly Disciplined' umbrella of sexually explicit websites featuring live, hardcore discipline sessions in return for hefty subscription fees.
The thought that hundreds, possibly thousands, of assholes were sitting at home in their dark dens, their dicks in their hands, getting off on the tears and sobs of the not-so-innocent woman on the screen turned Dylan's stomach.
The fact that his own cock strained for release from his too-tight jeans as he played voyeur pissed him off.
He'd tried to talk to his brother, Derek, about it earlier, but in the end hadn't found the words. Dylan just couldn't reconcile how close the activities on the tablet's screen were to those his brother and sister-in-law participated in at The Punishment Pit back in Chicago.
A loud, late-model Corvette pulled into the parking lot and dragged his attention away from the flogging on the screen. Dylan went on high alert, recognizing the devil's car boldly parking beside the employee entrance of the Four Seasons hotel.
"Shit," he whispered to the empty car. The arrival of Jake Davenport had screwed up his plan to approach their prime witness as she left her part-time job. Dylan wasn't sure how he knew, but Hannah Martine was the key to their investigation. She was different from every other woman they'd seen interacting with their mark.
Dylan had only worked for Lukus Mitchell's security firm for a few weeks, but he was in complete agreement with his boss that Jake Davenport needed to be in jail, and the sooner the better. Hannah was going to give them the break they were looking for. He was sure of it.
He was about to exit his car to go in and escort Hannah out to safety, when the employee entrance opened and the woman in question appeared at the door. She seemed on high alert, checking her surroundings and freezing at the top of the stairs when she saw Jake Davenport exiting his car, striding towards her with great purpose.
"Go back inside, Hannah!"
She, of course, couldn't hear Dylan shouting from his surveillance distance. She delayed long enough that Jake caught up to her just as she was grabbing the door handle to rush inside to safety. Davenport had her trapped against the steel door.
Dylan rolled down the windows, hoping to pick up on some of their conversation, but they were too far away. His hand hesitated on the door latch, ready to jump out to intervene if Davenport tried to force Hannah into his sports car.
He'd never hear the end of it if he got his ass kicked again. Dylan had already been hospitalized once after Davenport had sicced his goons on him. He wouldn't have the same problem going up against Davenport alone, although he knew the man was armed, making Dylan all the more worried about Hannah being forced into the car against her will.
His cell phone rang. Dylan wanted to let it roll to voicemail, but decided he