A wide grin spread over Terrence's face when Anthony arrived, and he got to his feet. He knew now that he had not misjudged the servant, not at all. So what if he broke or not? Either way, Terrence was going to enjoy this immensely.
"I'm not the slightest bit interested in fucking you," he said, amused. "But feel free to spread any rumors you like."
He closed and locked the door behind Anthony, more to keep anyone from interrupting than to keep his victim from escaping. Then he gestured to the head brace and cuffs they'd come up with, not bothering to hide his wide, mischievous grin. "Please, lie down, make yourself comfortable. Z, would you do the honors and cuff his wrists?"