Free A Captive's Submission by Liliana Rhodes Page A

phone and wallet.  
    "No, please. It's such a pleasure having a beautiful woman in my serving area. Let me at least get you another drink...on the house." He smiled as he spoke revealing a gold tooth.  
    She nodded and smiled. She figured she didn't have anything better to do and maybe Drew would still show up. She wasn't much of a drinker but sipping another drink wasn't going to make a difference. She took a cab just in case, so she wasn't worried.  
    The waiter brought her a drink she didn't recognize but drank anyway. It was a pretty blue color in a tall glass with an umbrella and she nursed it for twenty minutes before deciding it was time to leave. The waiter called a cab for her a few minutes earlier and it was waiting outside the restaurant.   She stood up from the table and almost lost her balance until the waiter caught her.  
    "Whoa, thank you. I guess I didn't realize how strong that last drink was." She said to him, his arms still around her.  
    "No problem. That's a special drink from my country. Happens to everyone. I'll help you get to your cab."
    She slipped her arm through his and felt his long, lean muscles through his sleeve. She briefly thought he seemed too muscular for a waiter but pushed that out of her head and decided he probably did something else and waited tables to get by. As a writer, she was always making up stories about other people.  
    She looked out the car window as the cab exited the city. The lights of the city were a blur as they sped past. She felt the effects of the alcohol suddenly take hold of her and decided to close her eyes for the rest of the ride.  
     
    ***
     
    Voices woke Veronica.  
    "Yes doctor, very healthy." A woman's voice said.  
    "I think Stavros will be quite please. She's a natural submissive too. Based on the tests, she also appears very fertile. Exactly what he's been looking for." The doctor said.  
    She looked around, her mind in a haze. She was strapped down to an examination table with a thin sheet covering her body. Above her was a large examination lamp that was turned off. She turned to her right and could see palm trees outside the long wall of windows.  
    Palm trees? There aren't palm trees in Portsmith.
    She turned her head to the left, towards the voices. Standing by a steel grey countertop with cabinets and a sink, she saw a man and a woman. The man was wearing a lab coat like a doctor and the woman was wearing scrubs like most nurses wear. She forced her eyes to focus thinking the man looked familiar.
    "Drew???" She croaked, her voice a hoarse whisper, her throat very dry.  
    The doctor turned towards her and smiled. His eyes twinkled and some wrinkles appeared at the corners. He tapped the nurse's arm before stepping towards Veronica.  
    "Well hello Veronica! You've done quite well so far. Just go back to sleep and everything will be explained to you later."
    "What? Drew?? What do you mean?! I don't understa–" Before she could finish her sentence the nurse gave her a shot of something clear and she felt the world rush away from her again.  
     
    ***
     
    When she next opened her eyes, Veronica immediately sat up not sure what to expect. She was wearing a thin, shapeless cotton dress, similar to a hospital gown and nothing else. She wondered what happened to her clothes and how she got there but the more she thought, the more her head hurt.  
    She rubbed her eyes and tried to focus, expecting to see the examination room she was in earlier but saw that she was somewhere else. It was dark and looked like a jail cell. The walls were made of cinder blocks and there was a tiny window through which she could hear the ocean.  
    She got up from the cot she was laying on in the corner of the room and walked towards the large, closed wooden door when her neck was jerked back with a loud clank. She reached for her neck and felt a leather collar attached to a thick metal chain bolted to the floor and began screaming.  
    "What's going on?! Let