Before Frida could finish, a figure burst from the tent, pinning her face down.Thinking it was Russell, she giggled. "Ugh, the ground's filthy, babe. Take it easy."Michael tore at her clothes without a word. Assuming it was a game, she purred, "You're getting me all worked up."When he bound her hands, panic set in. "Why tie me up? It hurts. Russell, stop!""Tight ropes make it more fun, don't they?" Michael sneered. "Explains why we are hired. That pretty boy can't satisfy you."Frida's face drained of color. "You're not Russell! Let me go!"He flipped her over, grinning wickedly. "Kiss me. You'll be hooked."She screamed, kicking wildly, which irritated the man. He slapped her hard. "We're paid for this job, sweetheart. Be good, and I'll make it quick."Realizing it was a mistake, she shouted, "You've got the wrong person! I'm the one who hired you!"He laughed, baring his yellow teeth. "Sure, and I'm your master. Come here, darling.""Russell, help!" Frida cried, insisti
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