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sit. Not that he waited for her obedience anyhow. After throwing her to the hard-packed dirt floor, he grabbed Rayna and hurled her down too. Without their arms to fling out for balance, they both landed in painful heaps, their knees and shoulders taking the brunt of their falls. For a few seconds, Sage even forgot the throbbing in her face from King’s blow.
    “Careful, you idiots!” Watching King direct his masochism on someone else, as he stepped over and cuffed both guards on the sides of their heads, was satisfying in a sick way. “We’re not renting those two tonight. Sales will be final on them. The blond is already scuffed up, so take care.”
    Sage watched in grim triumph as the two men glared at King’s back. She wished one of them would point out that it was him who “scuffed” her up in the first place, but they both pulled the wuss card and held their cowardly tongues.
    Thanks to the prolonged pressure of the gag, her own tongue ached, but she forgot the agony the next second. A shaking cry whipped her attention back down and to the side. She joined Rayna in returning the stares of five women who were caked in gaudy cosmetics, raw fear, and little else. One of the girls, a strawberry blond in a low-cut red leather mini dress and matching boots, scooted toward Sage.
    “Dear merciful Lord. You’ve got a shiner the size of Kalamazoo, girlfriend. And that rag must be wretched. Let me—”
    “No.” Rayna grabbed the woman’s wrist. Red Mini’s heart was in the right place in wanting to dislodge the gag from Sage, but Rayna set the woman straight in a somber tone. “The bastard is using it as punishment. Take it off, and he’ll give her worse.”
    “Who is he?” A curvy chestnut brunette trembled hard as she curled against the curve of the wall. King’s magical makeover team had dressed her in a black tube top and a cheetah print skirt that wasn’t much bigger. “Wh-what’s going on?” Tears coursed down her face, taking trails of her makeup with them. “Why is this happening? We came here to help people! We were on our way to Myanmar. We just wanted to serve. Now wh-what’s going to happen to us?”
    “He said ‘renting.’” The matter-of-fact statement was given by a woman in a royal blue version of Red Mini’s outfit. Aside from the dresses, the women were literally twins. “I think we can draw the logical conclusions from that term.”
    “Oh my God!” The brunette sobbed harder. “I—I can’t! I can’t!”
    Another woman, black-haired and in a lemon yellow halter with pink shortie-shorts, crawled over to her. “Yes you can, Mandy. Listen to me. You do whatever it takes to survive, you hear me? Just do whatever they say. Don’t make them upset.”
    “You d-don’t understand,” the brunette rasped back. “I’m—I’m a—virgin.”
    One of the guards sidled in closer. “In that case, waan jai , maybe I’ll bid on you myself.”
    “Hell yeah, baby.” His friend cracked an oily grin. “Teo will be good to you, honey. He’s popped the plug on three virgins this year alone.”
    The first guard shrugged. “Eh, it’s almost getting boring, ya know?” He slid a sideways glance down at Sage. “If I was making the big baht, I’d wanna buy something like that to take home and tie up for myself.” After looking to make sure King was still in the other section of the hut, he grabbed Sage’s hair and grinded her face against his crotch. “I have a million ideas for how to break a tiger like you, gorgeous. Again and again and again…”
    Sage instinctively tried to yank away, but she was crouched, bound, and about half the henchman’s size. Teo grunted and kept her locked against his burgeoning bulge, rolling her nose along the khaki fabric that smelled like sweat and urine. Okay, this was not where a single one of her bondage fantasies had ever led.
    Think of home. Think of home. He’ll get bored in a minute, and stop. Think of—
    “Oh yeah, baby. You’re a sweet