He sank back down in front of me. I slapped Richard's shoulder, because I couldn't reach his face. Jean-Claude was close enough that I could have taken his hand, while Richard still held me in his arms. Too many crimes to solve.
That bit of mind-fucking he allowed himself. I walked down the hallway, Nathaniel got the curtain and followed us, Micah brought up the rear. They didn't look upset. I threw the flogger at Jean-Claude the way you'd throw a baseball bat when you want someone to catch it.
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