"DON'T. COME. ANY. CLOSER!" Cris growled, emphasizing each word with chilling clarity. Venna took three hesitant steps back, but it wasn't far enough. He could still smell her sweet scent, and the fact that it aroused him disgusted him to his core.

How much floence powder had they forced into him? Ten shots? Twelve? One shot was usually enough to make someone perform for an entire night.

It was pure agony for Cris. He wanted to beg, to plead. Anyone was ...