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hear slushy stuff coming from his mouth. That was gone. Nevertheless, he would have her in his bed until he had tired of her. And she would submit to him.

Chapter Seven
Faith
    She had dressed hastily, and now she held her breath as she went to the bedroom door and prised it open just a crack. Her relief to find it unlocked was immense, now she simply had to navigate the hallway and stairs to get out unnoticed. Simple. As long as Snake did not come back, and Francine wasn’t still down in the front lobby.
    The house seemed quiet, no sound of Snake returning. She assumed everyone else was in bed, whether they were sleeping or not was another matter. Her mind tried to blank out all the earlier images she’d had of unseen men and women having sex behind these doors. However, she was aware that someone could come out of one of the bedrooms and discover her at any moment.
    Luckily, she remembered the way back to the stairway, and was relieved to meet no one on the way. When she reached the big staircase, she leaned over the bannisters to try to see if anyone was down there. All seemed quiet. No Francine keeping guard.
    Holding her breath and walking very carefully, so she didn’t make a sound, she tiptoed down the stairs. One step at a time she descended, the lobby dark and silent. It seemed to take forever to reach the bottom, and she only let her breath out once she found it empty. So far so good.
    Still going as quietly as she could, she headed for the front door, relieved when she put her hand on it and turned the handle. Relief quickly dissipated, it was locked. Now, where the hell was the key?
    Faith stood on the spot and turned full circle, looking carefully for anywhere it might be. No obvious hook could be seen. Surely, Francine didn’t lock up and take the key to bed with her; the Dread Cult must come and go at all hours. She couldn’t simply lock everyone in.
    Faith swallowed her fear. What if the women who worked here did not do so by choice, perhaps the door was locked to stop them escaping. Was that her fate now, a sex slave, kept to be used at the whim of the highest bidder? That would be stupid, who would want to pay for her. Snake was the only person who had ever really wanted to bed her, and now she guessed he had ulterior motives. Information, that was all she had that he required.
    Feeling so terribly betrayed she stepped away from the doorway, and began taking a closer look around. It was only by chance that she came across the keys. Knocking into a small table in the dim light, she couldn’t believe her luck when she heard the keys rattle. On closer inspection, she saw a small draw, pulling it open quietly; there she found the keys to the front door.
    Grabbing them quickly she went back to the door. Despite her trembling hands, she found the right key to open it and allow her to leave.
    It was dark outside, and for a moment, she hesitated. She didn’t know if anyone was out here on guard, it seemed over dramatic, but she honestly didn’t know. The need to get away from here overtook her fear; she had to get away from Snake and his lies.
    At this moment she was also thinking it would be better if she got away from her life, make a new start somewhere else. She had nothing here to stay for. The saddest thing, the thing that was threatening to break her heart, was that the only person who had any respect for her was Bernard, her boss. What did that say about her life?
    Fighting back tears she headed down the drive, it was a long way back to town, but she would walk if she had to.
    She got about a half mile down the road before she heard the distant sound of an engine. Her first thought was to hitch a lift. As it got closer she realised it was a motorcycle, the engine loud and rumbling. Faith made a split decision, and moved out of sight.
    Hiding behind a hedge in the front garden of one of the big houses along the road, she stood silently watching the bike appear, grow bigger and then pass her by. She was