Free MarketChapter 4
There were distant voices. Slowly, consciousness settled in. Jane tried to think of the last thing that had happened to her. She was in a room with beige walls, soft carpets ... She was having some sort of procedure done ... Then she remembered. She was having a key made for her chastity belt. A personal key. An illegal key. Something must have gone wrong. She wasn't in the office anymore. She was lying on a stiff bed of some kind, not like the one underneath the machine. The sounds were...