“Heel,” Matt said. Elizabeth sat back as she had been ordered. She kept her legs together, trying to preserve at least a modicum of modesty. Daisy looked down at her and smirked while Jonathan fixed Matt another of his dry martinis. There was nothing for Elizabeth. The three of them stood over her, chattering and laughing as if she was invisible. It was so disorientating, one minute she was ignored, the next Matt was full of tender concern. He had said he was aware of her even when she was apparently neglected, but right now it wasn’t easy to feel that. She knew what was going on, that he wanted her to feel knocked off her even keel, never knowing what was coming next. That way she was more amenable, more pliable; more obedient, in a word. But she didn’t like it very much. Each time she wa
