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“Joe!” she said firmly, trying not to shout. “Time out.” She looked him in the eye. he felt silly having this conversation with him while she was trussed up like Lois Lane, but he wasn't willing to negotiate on that point. “Let's start with the baby. I'm not pregnant-repeat-not pregnant."
“But-but, I went through your purse. I found the shower notice."
She couldn't help laughing. “That's for the baby we're adopting. Jon told you all about it. Or at least he said he did."
Joe's face went blank. She could almost see him trying to process the new information.
“So, you're not pregnant?” he concluded at last.
“That's right."
“So I shot Preston for nothing? No, wait! Not for nothing. The son of a bitch still took Sharae away from me. He deserved to die, the bastard!” Joe's face flushed with anger suddenly. “And you! You're just as bad. Making me think you were pregnant. Well, it doesn't matter now, you teasing little slut. I'll just sell you myself. Or keep you. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll just keep all four of you teasing, lying bitches!"
“No, Joe. You have to let us go. You can't-"
“Shut the fuck up!” He slapped her and forced the ball-gag back into her mouth. “That's right. Just shut up like the other ones. Oh man, this is going to be so goddamn cool. I got four slaves for the price of two, and it's gonna be a fuck-fest every day from now on.” He eyed Megan's tightly bound form. She shrank beneath his stare. “Starting right now with you."