I’ve literally become her prisoner up here, and I am going to be subject to her pitiless power and constantly escalating cruelties for the rest of my sorry, formerly pointless life. And after that, who knows? Last night I pledged my soul to serve hers throughout all eternity...
At last my myriad torments finally overwhelm me then, and I begin to weep in the purest, most abject, yet still somehow hopelessly aroused misery imaginable. For hours then I quake and shake, swing and sway and slobber and sob, my bells jingling merrily all the while. Finally Mistress Melissa can take it no longer. She sets her book down and drains the last of her current glass. She pours herself another one, and then casually looks up and makes eye contact with me.
Seeing me hanging there head-down above her be
