At the moment she was so weak and spent she almost didn’t care. Almost. She leaned into Tanner’s chest as he carried her out of the performance area. He stopped for a moment then moved forward again. She heard the soft click of a door opening and closing. In another moment he deposited her on a soft padded surface, sitting her upright, bracing her with one arm. She leaned into him as he unfastened the ball gag and eased it from her mouth. Then he unzipped the hood and slipped it over her head, tossing it to the side. She blinked her eyes, focusing and realizing she was seated on a thickly padded bench in one of the private rooms. “I’m a mess,” she mumbled. “We’ll fix that. Not to worry.” His voice was soft and soothing, such a contrast to the uncompromising hardness of his appearance. Moving her head so it rested against his shoulder, he pulled wet wipes from a bowl next to her and carefully cleaned her face. She was embarrassed to realize her nose had been running, the mucous mixing with her tears.
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