Page 33 of Unchained

Finally, moving off the table, Veronica tossed me a towel, doing the same for Stephanie but sending Stephanie back to the room. The guard and Chrissy were already gone.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked.

“Not as much as you did.” She nodded at my dripping cock.

“This is all supposed to be some kind of punishment for me? It doesn’t make sense. What’s it leading up to? For you to tell me, you offed my wife, and it was time to off me?”

“Consider yourself my entertain until we get to Rio.”

“When I meet these friends, you keep talking about?”

“Have you ever heard the saying that someone can’t see the forest for the trees, Deacon?

“Meaning I’m missing the obvious.”

“Yes, you are. And when the obvious shows itself, you better be prepared to proceed.”

“Why don’t you quit the bullshit parables and get straight to the point.”

“I’ve asked the captain to delay our arrival in Rio. We’ll have one more night on the Atlantic. I suggest you return to your room and get plenty of rest. I would also suggest you stay out of Stephanie’s cunt. You’re going to need all the strength you can muster. Good night, Deacon. Sleep well because the worst is yet to come.”

Veronica left through a door at the back of the dining room. I heard the latch lock, leaving me alone amongst the mess on the table and floor. I glanced around the room for cameras, and seeing none, I dropped to my knees and wept.