A Dreadful Prospect

"Yes. Think yourself lucky that I'm not going to kill you. But that would be a waste. A girl as pretty as you should be quite profitable. You needn't think of escaping and running back to your Ministry of Law friends. You won't be given the opportunity for that. And if by some miracle you did manage to get away, the Ministry of Law won't be able to protect you from my vengeance. You might not like what I have planned for you, but believe me I can make it much worse."

I'm not sure to what extent he is bluffing. I'm afraid that he might be powerful enough to do exactly as he threatens. "You ought to know that I'm pregnant," I say, on the slim chance that it might change his mind about my fate.

"Really? You aren't showing any sign. Assuming that you're telling the truth, it doesn't matter. Some punters are keen on pregnant women. When the baby's born, it will be taken away from you, of course. You can have a couple of days to recover after the birth, before you're put back to work."

1. I am taken under guard to a nearby brothel.
2. This may be my only chance of escape. Surely Gustav must have a key to the locked door somewhere on his person? In desperation, I make a grab for the heavy inkwell on the desk [2941], intending to hit him with it.

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