Chapter Eleven
One evening I got home in a mood to be very mean. Henry was working in the kitchen, naked as usual except for his cage and his apron. I went up to him from behind and, putting my hands under his apron, took hold of his n*****s and twisted them really hard. Henry gasped.
“You’re really in for it tonight,” I said. “For no particular reason, it’s just what I feel like.”
I pulled the apron off him and pushed him down onto his knees. Then I caught hold of his hair and, twisting it hard, pulled him into the sitting room. I put a wooden chair in the centre of the room and told him to sit on it. He was looking a little alarmed by now. I’m not usually in quite such a vicious mood and he didn’t know what to expect.
I fetched some handcuffs and cuffed his hands to the back of the c
