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captive as if to suggest his business there involved her. From behind Leah, Gwendolen bid her husband a relatively cheery goodbye, as if he was off to plough his fields or prod his cattle, rather than trip down the road to deliver ransom demands by phone.
    Leah finished her breakfast and waited patiently for a break in April’s seemingly constant chatter to offer her thanks to May for the breakfast. The younger twin nodded in response and might even have spoken if Gwendolen had not cut in.
    ‘Take her upstairs to her room now, both of you. Make sure she has a shower. May, sort her out some clothes, like I told you.’
    Leah was led up the wide staircase to the galleried landing, and where the upper storey divided into two separate sections so did the twins, the younger one going off to the right while April propelled Leah down the opposite corridor to a door at the end. Once unlocked, her room looked very little like a cell. It was large and light, with white painted walls on smooth plaster. The double divan looked plump and comfortable, topped by a light quilt to suit the season. The headboard was in black iron, with a gothic arch in the middle, and elongated bedposts crowned with fleur-de-lis . The sheets, pillow cases and quilt cover were all parchment white in colour and smelled freshly laundered.
    There were a couple of dark oak bedsides chests, a dressing table and a matching heavily carved coffer, but despite these period-style features the room had a modern feel and had obviously been repainted recently. On the wall to the left was a partially opened door, giving a glimpse of the tiled floor of an en suite bathroom. Far away on the opposite wall stretched a very un-gothic fitted robe, spanning most of the wall and reflecting back the light from the windows in its large mirrored centre door.
    Leah was pushed straight through to the en suite and told tersely to remove her clothes. She complied immediately, feeling wretched and filthy and desperate to wash off the remnants of Huw’s semen that last night had evaded the elder twin’s hoovering mouth and dried tight and itchy on her skin. Leah had become painfully aware of it at breakfast, and she was sure that in May’s eyes the small clear flakes were conspicuous and harsh, like betrayal. April tauntingly watched as Leah’s dress came off, smiling and raising her eyebrows in appreciation as her bare sex came on view. The dress was absent-mindedly pushed into a black bin liner but the twin did not take her eyes off her captive, even drawing closer as her bra came off and her breasts sprang out.
    Leah had wanted to be defiant in her humiliation but her nipples, little peaks of pale pink flesh, were rock hard and gave her away. April seized on the tell-tale sign of arousal with glee.
    ‘You dirty bitch! You’ve been dying to show me your tits, haven’t you? I bet you want me to suck them too, don’t you?’
    Leah’s nipples were as hard as they had ever been, stretching as if to reach out to the taunting captor, who had bent down as if ready to suck upon them. Instead the girl merely pushed out her tongue and waggled it millimetres from the tip of each breast in turn. Leah held her breath, sure that contact was imminent. The touch would make her gasp, she knew that. It would betray her dirty yearning, as wretched as her position was. April smiled up as she teased, her eyes never leaving Leah’s as she opened her mouth ready to encircle the tingling flesh. Then suddenly her head drew back, her smile turned to a sneer and she spattered a gob of spit onto Leah’s chest.
    ‘Get into the shower, you fucking lesbo!’ she snarled, her harsh face and words jarring Leah with their vitriol.
    Leah stepped into the bath and the girl pushed her towards the shower end, adjusting the temperature buttons and turning it on before half-pulling the curtain across. The water came out shockingly cold and Leah screeched and tried to escape the flow, only to be held in place by the