CHAPTER THIRTEEN

He rolled his eyes. “A white out or grey out. Some people have an adverse reaction to some forms of play, especially if I’m pushing their limits, and they pass out. It’s a mild form of shock but having unconscious females all over the place is bad for business, as I’m sure you can imagine.”

I snorted to myself. “You will not have that problem with me. You might have other problems, but that won’t be one of them.”

“That’s what you say now, but it might be a whole other kettle of fish when you’re strapped down.” He looked me up and down for about the fiftieth time that day.

“You already look like you’re on the verge of passing out, and you probably haven’t eaten a decent meal in forever.”

“Well, thank goodness you’ve fed me today, so I’ll be in tip-top shape for your evil games tomorrow,” I said.

He was right, though. It had been nine months since I had eaten a single meal with more than four hundred calories.

Surprisingly, my stomach hadn’t rebelled at the feast before me, but if I