“You’re probably wondering why, aren’t you, Ryan?” she asked sweetly.
“Yes, Miss.”
“A little insurance, Ryan,” she laughed. “You are mine for the next week and I want to make sure that you don’t just decide to walk away from your commitment.”
“What happens to the pictures, Miss?” I asked.
“I’ll keep them safe.”
“And you’ll give them to me at the end of the week, Miss?”
“No, they’re mine.”
“But…”
“You are my slave now, Ryan,” she said. “I can do whatever I want with you. You have no rights. You exist to serve me and the sooner you learn that the easier this week will go for you. You probably have some rose colored idea of how this week is going to go but you are wrong. I expect instant and mindless obedience and if I don’t get it your life will be hell.”
“But I thought…”
“That I w
