There must be a way to escape; she would never submit to their loathsome proposal!

Perhaps Lil guessed what thoughts feverishly raced through Marcia’s brain; at any rate, pausing with her hand on the knob of the door, she said, “Marie, you’ve about half an hour to prepare your mistress before we can expect callers. As for you, Miss High and Mighty, just a word of warning! This place is guarded day and night; nobody gets in without permission-nobody gets out unless I say so. Try to make a break and you’ll wish to hell you hadn’t-that lesson Joe gave Marie just now was a mild sample of what you’d get for troubling us. Another thing-these gentlemen have money to spend, they want a good time and I’m here to see they get it, understand? Play the pure and innocent, beg off and they’ve got my O.K. to break you in the hard way; these fellows play for keeps and they don’t mind using a whip or their fists on a gal who won’t give when there’s money on the line. Be strait; and when you’ve earned enough, we might let you go home. Otherwise…

Ending abruptly, she swung open the door, followed by Joe and the evil pair disappeared. Marcia heard the sound of the key turning in the lock.

She and Marie were alone, in this apartment, prisoners of lust… to be sacrificed to men!

The lovely blond was regarding her with a piteous mien.

“Oh, mam’selle,” she faltered, sobbing, “we’d better do as they say. That woman … Lil she told me terrible things… about what they do to girls… who… who-” and sobs shook the beautiful young blond’s rounded, firm bosom, so delectably outlined by the diaphanous chemise.

“Oh, Marie, we must get out, we must!” exclaimed Marcia, pale with fear, no longer despising the domestic whom she had so shrewishly attacked that selfsame day, that fatal day.