Chapter Eleven
Secret Communique
Like with Farah, Mistress Raven (no, no, think of her as Lilith; Raven is gone, if she ever existed in the first place) was suspicious of my sudden conversion. My change was sincere - thanks to Emory’s night flight, but Lilith still tested me. Eventually, by sheer weight of utmost obedience, I convinced her, even if things still got rough.
I knelt on the hard floor, my knees aching, my arms bound tight in back. A wide collar encircled my throat. A small, pointed steel spike, its sharp end pressed to the underside of my jaw allowed no room for my head to sag. Lilith threaded a rope through a ring in back and pulled me downwards until I sat on my haunches, upper and lower legs pressed tight against the other. At least the modified pose relieved some of the
