CHAPTER EIGHT

12:20 '' Thompson's Mansion '' Bedroom '' New York '' USA.

Elisabeth.

Once inside the car, we didn't even say anything. I feel uneasy about where we are going. How can they do this to women? We are not merchandise or prostitutes to be treated this way.

'' What are you thinking so much about, Elisabeth? '' Mr. Dylan asks, out of nowhere, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Ah… nothing, sir. “I lie, I don't mean that I'm thinking about this horrible place we're going to.

“Elisabeth, I'll tell you something: don't lie to me if you don't want to get a good spanking before we get there. “Seriously.

“S''sorry, sir. I was just thinking about where we're going. '' I answered, looking at the floor of the car.

“What exactly were you thinking, dear?” '' Mr. Lorenzo looks curious, I feel a little uncomfortable.

“I''I was just thinking that us women shouldn't be treated like this. I say, getting attention from all of them.

"And how are you treated?" '' Mr. Lorenzo continues and crosses his legs, look