“This is Daisy, my slave,” said Jonathan. “She’s been very disobedient and I’m obliged to punish her.”
The name sounded familiar to Elizabeth. She peered more closely at the girl. She was blonde and pretty, with bee-sting lips and a cute button nose. Elizabeth now remembered when she had seen her before. She had come to Jonathan’s house several times to parties, in the company of an older man. At that time she was barely out of high school, a pert and provocative teenager in denim shorts so brief you could see the crease where her thighs met her ass, and a T-shirt that seemed almost sprayed on, outlining her tight, round breasts and prominent n*****s. Elizabeth had noticed how all the men’s eyes were drawn to her, and how shamelessly she enticed them, giggling at their jokes, flashing her
