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long,” he muttered. He emptied his whiskey and tapped his finger against the edge of the glass as one of the female servers walked by. She wore nothing more than a dog collar around her slender throat, a white leather G-string, and a sweet, almost vacant smile. She took his glass, returned with a fresh drink, and left him without saying a word.
    As she walked away, he caught sight of faint red stripes across her buttocks.
    The only thing that kept him from exploding was the haze of sexual satisfaction he could sense inside her. Whatever had been done to her had been consensual. So, as much as it bothered him, he would leave that one alone.
    He was going to have his hands full dealing with the real problems. He didn’t need to take ones on that were problems in his mind but not in the minds of those he’d try to rescue.
    Damn, were there problems. Even after he dealt with the one in mortal danger, there were way too many victims in this place.
    Vax had set one foot inside Debach, and that was all it had taken for his stomach to revolt. Visions had assailed him, women and men alike on their knees, blood running in rivulets down their torsos, whips slicing through the air, the heavy power that came from blood and sex.
    And screams. People screaming. Kids screaming. Begging for help. Begging for release. Begging for pleasure. Begging for death.
    It was warped, how deeply entwined pleasure, danger, pain, and death were inside these walls. Seeking one could mean attaining all. It should have had people running away screaming, but instead they were packed outside the door three and four deep, just waiting to get inside.
    Most of them had no idea what they were getting into. Innocents came looking for some sort of thrill, and they got pulled into something too powerful for them to understand, and became so lost they might never find their way back.
    Some of them had lost more than their innocence because of this place.
    Some had lost their lives.
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    A S Nathaniel Metcalf passed the bar, he met Xeke’s gaze. He glanced towards the redhead with a cocked brow. Xeke’s only response was a flicker of his lashes, but Nate had complete faith that Xeke would watch the woman.
    She didn’t belong here. Oh, she might be fun for the entertainment the club provided, but she wouldn’t be the kind they could pay to be silent. It was in her wide-set blue eyes, in the way she lifted her chin and met his gaze head-on.
    Nate wasn’t sure what she was doing here, but they needed to get rid of her. The way she kept staring around, as though she was looking for something. What Nate really wanted to know was why she was on the upper level. Upper level was reserved for members and invited guests only.
    She sure as hell wasn’t a member, and if one of the regulars had invited her up here, that person needed a reminder on the types of people allowed in the upper levels. Most likely, that was what had happened, and Nate would have to deal with both her and the regular.
    There was one other possibility, but Nate didn’t think she fit the profile for the project, either. Nate didn’t know precisely what the project was. He wasn’t high enough on the food chain to rate getting details, but he didn’t think she was meant for that.
    The boss had people who trolled the club for one reason, and that was to sight out prospective subjects. When one was found, there was a protocol that was followed, and Nate would have been notified. So it didn’t seem a likely prospect, but he couldn’t rule it out.
    Probably the best way to handle it was to have Xeke doctor her drink, and when she passed out, they could remove her. One of the others would have to do it. Xeke wouldn’t be able to pass up the enticement she’d present, unconscious and helpless.
    First, though, Nate needed to talk with the boss. Just to make sure the boss wasn’t the reason she was here.
    On rare occasions, for entertainment, the