The back of a van had not been the place Stacy had planned to spend her day off, but one bad business deal had ways of turning powerful people against you and your friends. She had been too drunk to notice the signs that people were following her, and now she was in the middle of nowhere, gagged with her hands and feet tied together.

Stacy had known better than to trust her former partner with a big business deal. She had fired him for a reason.

“Bitch’ll look real nice in a maid outfit,” one of Boss Hauer’s dumbass lackeys said. “You think he’ll get her one?”

As a half-angel without magical abilities, Stacy was useless to most people, but there were plenty of people who had creepy fetishes, people who wanted to use her to feel more special than they were.

“Boss’ll have her cleaning so much stuff,” the second lackey said, “she be begging to sleep with him just have a break!”

“Shut up, idiot! Don’t let her hear the boss’s plans!”

There was some relief that Stacy would get to the mansion and have some ability to choose what happened to her body. Hauer was a creep with too much money, but he had some morals, at least. Not that kidnapping woman was anywhere near moral.

Stacy sighed, and she prayed she would escape. There was little chance, however. The mansion was full of more bodyguards than the damn White House, and Hauer was fond of his pets.