She read the chapter and put the book aside:

- Where is the order?

“From House Shine,” Roy handed her the delivery receipt.

But the girl did not take it. Instead, she stepped out from behind the rack:

- Follow me. I will take you upstairs to Mrs. Gardner.

- What the heck? - Roy was indignant, - Can not you sign?

- You're new, aren't you? Never been here before? You see, Davinia - Mrs. Gardner - is always happy to see those who work for Mr. Keane. Everything is good. You just have to talk to her and drink some tea with cakes. But do not try to swear in her presence! - warned Kate.

The girl was moving very fast, and, by the time Roy entered the stairs, her heels were already at the level of his eyes. In addition to the blouse, she was wearing a tight-fitting ass miniskirt with a defiant slit. There were no tights or stockings on her legs. She was shod in high, almost to her knees, army boots with thick soles, laced, over which was the edge of long black socks. But Roy’s eyes were riveted on the inside of her shoes. On the black skin of both was the same golden emblem.

- What does this mean?

- I apologize? - the girl turned around, looking down.

- D. M. S. What does this mean? - asked Roy. He thought about the offended Angela sitting in the car, and decided that, satisfying her curiosity, would speed up reconciliation with her.

- Ask Davinia.

They climbed the landing, from which began a long straight corridor that must have passed through the entire building. On both sides of the corridor there were doors. From one came a woman:

- Kate!

- Your order from the "House of Shoes."

“Great,” said the woman, apparently Mrs. Gardner.

She remained standing at the door she had closed behind her, and Kate let Roy go ahead down the corridor. Mrs. Gardner was a rather tall, slim woman with long ash hair, dark eyes, a slightly pointed chin with a dimple and a small mouth. She was worn in a black silk robe, tied at the waist with a loose knot. Roy saw a slender thigh and knee beneath the robe. But below his gaze came upon a material other than silk. She wore black leather boots along with a bathrobe. From under its edge, heels were “heels”, giving Mrs. Gardner a few more inches of height.

- So you are the new courier Mr. Keane? Kate, get something ready. Of course, without alcohol. We do not want a young man to lose his driver’s license.

- Yes, Mrs. Gardner.

Kate went downstairs, leaving him alone in the hallway with Mrs. Gardner. She took the receipt, but obviously did not hurry to sign it. He told Angela that he would not be there for a couple of minutes. She will have to wait.

- My name is Roy.

Mrs. Gardner nodded.

- And he recently hired you? I think I need to talk to you. I prefer to make sure of the people working for him.

- You can say a little about me. I'm just a driver.

Mrs. Gardner held up a warning finger.

- You are not just a driver. You are the courier!

She said it as a joke, but Roy did not like her gaze. She had small brown eyes that were almost black. She was about forty, and Roy was never attracted to mature women. And it was not only that Roy did not feel a great desire to talk with this woman, but also in the weak sound that came from a room in the corridor. An obsessive, repetitive muffled sound, similar to the sound of a running machine - maybe a washing machine, or maybe a small lathe. Roy could not determine exactly because he was absolutely not like the one or the other. He tried to guess what it could be.Mrs. Gardner broke the lingering pause in the conversation.

“Mr. Keane is a very close friend of mine.” I know him for many years. “Longer than she would like to admit,” she said modestly, “Each new pair of boots from him gives me the opportunity to feel like a princess. He invests so much labor in taking measurements, so much taste in making. He loves my feet.

Roy, who considered his employer a man at the age devoid of any sexual addiction, with these words could hardly stop himself from laughing. Out of politeness, he just nodded his head.

- I know that his boots are very expensive.

- They are worth it.

- Does your husband buy them for you?

- I am divorced.

“You must have a decent income from this manor,” Roy said, “Is this something like a health institution?”

Mrs. Gardner shook her head negatively.

- Not really. I ask you to.

She turned to the door and took hold of the handle. She opened the door, and suddenly the mechanical buzz that Roy heard earlier sounded louder and clearer. He realized that a car that made such an unusual sound should be in the room. And a moment later, he saw her.

There were two people in the room: a man and a young girl. The girl with her arms crossed over her chest sat down, elegantly leaning back in her chair, putting the ankle of one leg stretched forward on the other. At her feet was a motionless man. He was kneeling, bent over a low leather bench. He was tied to her with thick leather straps that tied his wrists, ankles, elbows and knees. The straps also crossed his back. The bound man’s mouth was taped with a wide adhesive tape. He was almost naked, not counting the small white thin transparent panties, like swimming trunks.

Behind him was a car. Roy has never seen anything like it. It looked like a miniature crane four or five feet high, with a metal jib about a yard in length. From the end of the boom, two wooden shoe pads attached to it by means of hinges and springs hung down. They were dressed in a pair of similar army high laced boots with thick soles and rounded socks that Kate wore. These artificial legs continuously delivered quick blows to the man’s buttocks. He writhed, trying to free himself from his bound position. If his mouth had not been sealed, he would have screamed in pain. But his efforts were in vain, and through the duct tape came only muffled sounds, reminiscent of those that the dog gnawing a bone makes.

Opposite the man sat a young girl, younger than Roy. Looks like she was the same age as Angela. She also looked like Angela with a solid build and a dark skin. She had long black hair, brown eyes and plump lips that smiled derisively at the man's helplessness. She stretched her legs even further, bringing them closer to the captive's face. Her legs were short lace-up boots, with pointed toes and high heels. Boots were shod on bare foot. The girl was dressed in a short dress, to the chest of which was also pinned a badge with the emblem “D. M.S. "and the name" Marcia ".

The girl pulled up her legs and rose from the chair. She went to the car, took up two levers and simultaneously sharply pressed them, having previously calculated the effect of surprise: the frequency and strength of the blows increased significantly. Long boots alternately flashed back and forth like two metronomes. The prisoner roared in agony.

His tormentor laughed. She squatted down in front of the man and, having picked up the edge of the tape with her fingernail, tore it off. The man howled in pain and gasped.

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