THIRD PERSON POV
The overhead lights facing the podium burned hot. Sammy's heart threatened to burst out of her heavy chest.
She eyed the exit, wanting to risk it all, run out into the streets with barely anything on, but that in itself would be a grave mistake.
The two burly guards in the hall, dragged a loaded bench that was at the back of the room, and onto the middle of the stage.
The mesh scraps stuck to her body, the useless string digging into her asshole raw.
Todd had that satisfied smirk on his stupid face as he took in her hot, banging body.
Cesare's voice sliced through the silence, voice full of command. "Sit your fat ass on the bench, Sammy. Spread your legs as far as they'll go. Feet flat on it."
She shook violently. In her head all she wanted to do was claw his
