Jim returned the bread to its plate, sliding it aside, and rose to fetch Maria’s whip from the nearby table.
With a flick of his wrist, he cracked the whip, eyeing the array of torture implements adorning the walls. “I’m thinking about soaking your whip in saltwater and delivering a daily flogging. Of course, I’ll summon a physician afterward. I won’t allow you to die so easily...”
“Give me a moment. I think an idea is coming up.” Jim circled behind Maria. “Ah, yes... I remember now. You’ve been quite helpful in sourcing women for me, so naturally, I’ll treat you. with some respect.”
Maria’s expression shifted subtly.
Returning to face her, Jim concealed the whip behind his back, leaning in with a menacing grin. “Considering your gender, I’ll exercise some leniency. Just tell me your preferences, and I’ll ensure my selections meet your satisfaction.”
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