hatred today. She remembered what was coming next.
"I need you... inside me... now."
Her stomach churned at having to watch her humiliation again. "Turn it off! Enough!"
Surprisingly, he listened, returning them to the awkward silence. "So you see, I think anyone watching that hot little scene will have a hard time believing that what followed was rape."
"You drugged me, you bastard!"
"Tsk, tsk. More pointless allegations you can't prove. This is getting tedious. You work for me now, Hannah. Get your head wrapped around that. You will be my accountant and you'll do a fine job, or I'll make sure the people you care about, like Mia and Lucy, pay the price for failure. I'd like to keep Connor out of this, wouldn't you?"
His threat was clear. She was trapped for now. "Yes, sir," she bit out.
"Very good." He glanced at his designer watch. "It's getting late. Our guests are already arriving and I still have a few items to take care of. Let's go."
He rose to leave, stopping to pull her to her feet. She wanted to fight him, but remembered she'd never get out through the locked doors anyway. She clung to the knowledge that Dylan was coming for her. She just had to hang on long enough to survive until he got there.
Trying to keep Jake talking in hopes of securing more damning evidence against him, she probed. "So exactly what kind of businesses do you run here, anyway? I think I'll need to know that if I'm going to be your accountant."
They were in the foyer, about to pass through a heavy door protected by several layers of security. "I thought you'd never ask." Jake grinned as he pushed open the door to reveal a large open office space with dozens of small cubicles that would be more appropriate in a fortune 500 company. The partition walls were low enough that she could see over a dozen women, and several men, working at the desks.
That was where the comparison to corporate America ended.
Each naked employee had on headphones and a microphone, and Hannah picked up snippets of X-rated phone sex in progress as she slowly walked past with her captor.
Unwelcome tears came to her eyes as memories of her time at Jake's house invaded her thoughts. She'd worked hard to force down the trauma of being raped just days before, but the sight of the naked men and women, each sitting on a stool looking suspiciously like the one she'd been forced to sit on at the desk in Jake's office, made it impossible to ignore. Over a dozen sets of tortured breasts were lashed to the desks in front of them, holding the impaled bodies in place, just as she had been.
"Welcome to Strictly Disciplined, Hannah. This is just one of my many lucrative businesses. You already passed through the sets we use for our live online sex websites. This is our call center. But I can't wait to show you our most exclusive wing of the company. Come along."
Through her blurred vision, she looked over her shoulder as she was pulled away to see one of the women begin to hump up and down on the fake cock shoved up her pussy, protruding from the stool. The fact that she was obviously enjoying something Hannah would forever remember as one of the worst experiences of her life was like a slap in the face.
How the fuck could these women choose to work here? I'm in so much trouble. I pray Dylan gets here with the police soon.
Chapter Ten
Dylan
"God damnit!" Dylan was furious that they'd put an innocent woman like Hannah in danger. The men were crammed into the back of a windowless utility truck they'd rented for their stakeout. Dylan backed away from the video screen to rush Lukus Mitchell, not giving a fuck that he was his boss. "You asshole. She's is so much trouble!"
Lukus's green eyes were serious, meeting him with a cold stare that was all business. Despite being tackled against the back panel of the truck, he maintained the connection of the cell phone to his ear.
"Settle down or you'll be relieved from duty." Lukus's voice was eerily calm.
"Fine by me. I've had enough of sitting out here with my thumb up my ass while Hannah and her friends are in danger. If you aren't going in with me, I'll go in alone."
Dylan's brother's arms closed around him from behind, pulling him off Mitchell. "Knock it off. You know we're working our