Silent lucidity

Jamie sat there for what seemed like hours. Her thoughts racing about different scenarios Savannah might put her through. Snug nipple clamps might be a prelude to worse things. The room she was in was totally dark, except for the light that hung over the table. Even if she could escape, she would be stumbling in darkness, looking for a way out. Maybe she should just come clean, and tell Savannah and her sister where she got the clothes? Maybe she could do that without endangering Thomas.

"Where are you Savannah? I'll talk!" she found herself crying out. It wasn't long after she heard the echo of two sets of footsteps. Both were growing closer, and come toward her. She didn't know what to expect, but she tried to prepare herself for the worst.

The tall, statuesque form of Savannah Forrester suddenly stepped into the light, followed by a thin but well built younger woman with dark red hair and green eyes. Both were dressed in leather catsuits. Both looked at her inquisitively. "So what is it you want to tell me?" asked Savannah as she leaned over the table. "Start from the beginning. What brings you here?"

"I'm a thief" admitted Jamie. "I cam here to do some recon to see what I could steal. I knew I had to dress the part of some fancy debutante to blend in. I got these clothes at a pawn shop. I had no idea they belonged to your sister. And I certainly had no idea wearing them would get me in so much trouble. Please! You've got to believe me. I'm telling you the truth. I have no reason to lie to you about anything."

Savannah's hard gaze suddenly softened. She looked at her sister Marti, and Marti nodded. "We believe you" said Marti as she walked around the table. "We should turn you over to the police, but I think we have a better deal for you than sending you to jail for a number of years. We'll also pay you for your services." She released the nipple clamps from Jamie's nipples, and set them back down on the table.

Jamie breathed a sigh of relief. Anything would be better than torture, or going to jail, or so she thought. "What kind of a deal do you have in mind?"

Savannah came around the table. "Being a thief, you obviously have contacts that might know the whereabouts of our younger sister. Help us find her, and we will pay you a king's ransom. You will never have to steal again. You will be able to live a life of luxury." She reached around the back of the chair, and untied Jamie's hands, while Marti untied her feet.

Jamie rubbed her wrists. "Thank you. That's so much better now. Yes, I'll help you find Juliet. I have a feeling I know exactly where she is."

Savannah raised an eyebrow. "I had a good feeling about you. I'm glad my feelings weren't misplaced. So where do you think she might be?"

"There's a very bad section of town. Most people stay out of it because it's so bad. Even I try to avoid it. There's a man who lives there named Mikah. He deals in slavery. Your sister's dress ending up in a pawn shop with everything else she was wearing fits his MO. I think she may have strayed into his area somehow, and he's the one who has her. If I'm right, we don't have much time. He uses drugs when he trains his slaves, turning them into addicts to make them more compliant."

"Does this mean you'll help us?" Savannah wanted to make sure. Everything Jamie said sounded very credible.

"Yes, I will help you. I know how to get to Mikah, and I know where he keeps his girls."

Marti smiled as she crossed her arms, and looked at Savannah. "Well, I guess the first thing we need to do is get our new partner something to wear. Then we can all go see about this Mikah character."