Behind us, Drake had stopped at the edge of the tents—watching. Not moving to stop her. Just… staring. Empty.
I marked him again on the map—double flag. Something wasn't right. But later.
Right now—
I turned Camilla's chin up with two fingers—forced her to meet my eyes.
"You understand what 'slave' means?" I asked—low, intimate. "Means you spread when I say. Suck when I say. Take it in every hole—ass, cunt, throat—until you're leaking and crying. Means you call me Master."
"Means your tits, your thighs, that fat Mexican ass—all mine. Means you watch me fuck the others and beg for your turn. Means no more choices. Just obedience. And in return… You eat. You sleep warm. Your kids eat. You live."
Camilla's pupils blew wide—breath hitching.
"Yes, Master," she whispered. "I understand."
Megan made a disgusted sound—but she didn't interfere.
I looked at Mira—still holding Nicole close.
