“Your apartment is very nice, Miss Veronica. It must cost you a lot. I can see why you needed to fire me and Jim.“
She tried to protest, but the ring they had strapped into her mouth turned her words into a garbled mess.
“Did you hear that, Sammy?” Jim said, “She just said she wants it in her ass.”
“No!” she managed to yell clearly enough that she knew they could understand.
“Oh, you DON’T want it in your ass?” Jim got right down on the floor with her, his hand in her hair, forcing her to look at him. “That’s okay. I understand.” He smiled as she felt something cold between her cheeks. “But that’s what’s happening now.“