Nia POV
I am on the verge of losing my mind by dinner time. I have pondered my situation and still do not have an answer. I have slept for hours, showered, and even shaved my legs – something that has not happened in a year. I told myself I did not shave for Master because I have not made up my mind, but I think I am lying.
I will suck up my pride, pay the price with my body and be free. I am not sure what exactly the pleasures of the flesh entail, and I hope it is less painful than Dean’s fists. But! I do have questions and conditions before I say yes.
One thing that keeps bugging me is why me? Why would any man want me when I look like this? With my head shaved, I look like a scarecrow. How in the world can he find me attractive? And judging by the bulge in his pants this morning, he
