CASSY
The camera captures it. "Perfect," the photographer says. "Absolutely perfect."
Sienna dismisses the photographer. We're alone. "Come here," she says.
I crawl across the bed. She pulls me down next to her, wraps an arm around my waist. "You did well tonight," she says. "I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, Ma'am," I'm not sure why I felt good.
"You're welcome." Her hand strokes my hair. "Do you understand yet? What I'm doing to you?"
"You're breaking me."
"Yes. But not just that." She turns me to face her. "I'm rebuilding you into someone better. Someone that understands consequences. That understands other people's pain."
"By making me suffer?"
"By making you FEEL." Her hand cups my face. "You spent your whole life not feeling anything for anyone beneath you. Now you're beneath
