The walls were silver white, the ceilings high, the roof transparent. Phaedra could see two of the three moons overhead, looking down like large, curious eyes.In the center of the room was a table shaped like a large Y. There were no sides, no restraints of any kind. But Phaedra knew no such measures were needed here. They could control her, immobilize her, render her helpless on a whim.This is real. She was forced to admit it to herself now. As irrational as it all seemed, it was less rational to think that Pinnacle or anyone else would invest the extraordinary amount of money required to build such an elaborate set. She shuddered as she recalled running outside. The wind, the heat, the feel of the air, the vast horizon—all these things had been proof of her situation. That had been no set. The horizon she’d seen was not that of home. This was not Earth.Her bottom was simultaneously throbbing and burning from the very thorough spanking the man called Bron had given her. On the painful walk from the transport pod to this room, Phaedra’s mind had played a dozen revenge fantasies involving grave bodily injury to her captors, followed by a dramatic escape.But that’s all they were.
