The clank of the boots echoed down the corridor long before the torchlight reached their cell. Scarlet, who was sleeping beside Inez, stiffened. She whipped her head and turned to look at her sister. She knew that these guards were no romantic lovers. They would never pursue, nor would they charm a woman into submission. They only knew one way to make a woman submit. Though submission.
Inez closed her eyes, knowing what was coming for her; she braced herself.
Gilderoy came to a stop in front of their cell, grinning through the bars.
"Time to play," the guard sneered, twirling the keys on his finger.
