“So,” in his wavering voice with a thread of ice running through it, “So. You exited our dream, my dear.”
His use of that pet name turned her stomach.
“There are rules, you know, that you must follow. I understand that this is not your first such lapse in proper etiquette.”
Her “Yes, Senior,” was quiet and decorous, almost lost in the large room.
“So,” he hardened. “So. Typically, I could demand that you be released to the brothels.”
“Please, no, Senior!” she begged, the terror real. “I do apologize! It shan’t happen again!”
“We shall see,” and a leer contorted his soft mouth. “I will be paying a visit to you this evening.” He patted his wife on her head, as if she were a dog, absentmindedly. She reveled in the caress.
“However, I must see you properly punished for your insubordinat
