The Count paused. I sobbed as he stood over me. I felt his hand upon my lacerated flesh, soothing me. But was this only preparation for a further onslaught.
“Now, Jane,” he said sternly. “I shall ask you again. What are you?”
To tell the truth I was not entirely sure of the answer he required. But I could not go on.
“I am a slut, sir,” I said, between sobs.
“And what else?” he demanded.
“I do not know, sir,” I whimpered.
He struck me again with the cane. I wailed.
“Well?” he said.
“I am your w***e, sir, I am your creature. I am your submissive. I bow before you, I kneel, and I kiss your feet.” All this came out in a rush; I hoped this might be enough to ward off further punishment.
“Before I have finished, there is one more thing that I shall make you. Do you know what it is?”
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