Something warm touched him, a comforting presence in the dark world he found himself flung back into. It was barely perceptible, forced back into that dark place in time where soft touches meant nothing, easily turned into pain with Amy's sense of humor. He let himself be guided to sit down, like a giant bendable doll. There was no light in his eyes, no true spirit. Hadley had almost been broken, never to live a true life again when he'd been rescued. Sending him back over that edge was far too easy, the small steps he took barely perceptible.
The shivers through his body grew more intense as the spirit grew closer. It was so cold, so malicious. It still wasn't as dark as Amy. The voice was quiet, a command. It lacked the elegance and emphasis his other orders held, but it was a command, and one he'd been given twice before. Hadley glanced up, wondering if that truly was what Isa wanted. If he was to have sex with her that meant she was a customer, and to be treated with absolute respect. Isa seemed angry more than lustful though. Shyly he reached out to touch her before pulling back again, questioning.
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