She walked around my chair, I felt her gentle fingers caress my shoulders, pull at my muscles then sink lower, until slowly she began to release my bonds!
“Stand up slave!”
I stood up instantly, feeling a bit wobbly in the legs.
“Over there, with your back to that pillar b***h,” she hissed, venom constant in her demanding voice, a real contradiction to the gently touch of a second ago. The pillar waited, I walked on unsteady legs, having been sitting in the chair for quite a while. The pillar remained still, immobile stone, but I could feel it as it beckoned to me, which I knew was ridiculous, but all the same that is how I felt as I approached it. Madam walked behind me, her heels click clacking loudly against the stone of the floor, each step tolled out my impending doom.
“Hands b
