Savage Instinct (19 page)

Her
stomach knotted. She wanted desperately to ask Fallon what was going on, but
the gag prevented her from pelting him with questions. She could just rip it
off with her hands, but she worried that he might retaliate against her in some
way – or against the other women captives.

And so
Ebony forced herself to wait. And wait.

Eventually,
the other men began to fasten leather harnesses around the other women,
buckling them tightly into the rigs even as the women cried out and begged to be
let go. But when Fallon began strapping a harness around Ebony’s chest and
waist, carefully positioning the straps around her breasts and butt, she
remained still and silent – even though he took much more time to make the
adjustments than he really needed. He crouched down to pull more straps up
between her legs, and her only thought was the desire to kick him right in the
face.

Stooped
down at her crotch, his head bent as he worked to secure the harness around her
body, he paused and looked up at her. It was as if he sensed the turmoil
running through her mind, even though she had remained frozen in place and
glaring at him.

“Don’t do
anything stupid, and you’ll live through this,” Fallon promised. He spoke in a
quiet tone for her ears alone.

The need
to ask him what was going on burned in the back of her throat. She couldn’t
stand it anymore. The fact that they were all wearing harnesses scared the
ever-loving shit out of her. Panic began rising in her chest and threading her
nerves, making her heart gallop within her chest.

“They’ve
reached the bottom,” one of the men said, peering out of the tunnel entrance.

The
bottom?