Chapter Three
Sacrifice
She was on her hands and knees. The two girls stood one either side of her, David a little further off, as she straddled the floor; a cow, waiting to be milked. There was a little fizz of electricity as Christine entered the kitchen. She was wearing an outfit that David particularly enjoyed: black, lacy underwear, stockings and suspenders, her hair brushed to a deep lustre; dark eyes flashing, mouth slightly curled, as if contemptuous for any that would respond to her disguise.
Christine bent down to Julia. She placed her hand on the maid’s back and began to stroke, making soothing sounds.
“We must have breakfast on time, darling!”
This, by way of a reminder that she had only herself to blame for whatever came.
Julia waited patiently, breathing a little quicke
