The way she said it brought back flashes of her saying the same thing as I ordered her to touch herself over the phone. My body tightened. "Come on. We'll get you something to eat."

"Oh, um..." She pointed over her shoulder back into the club. "I actually brought a sandwich. I don't have time for much else."

I frowned. "They expect you to work all night on a sandwich?"

She smiled at me. It wasn't a full-on smile, but it made something funny happen in my gut. "I don't think they care about what we eat. Or if we eat at all, to be honest. As long as I'm...