Kathy thought she could be forced to say it and think it twenty-four hours a day for a hundred years and it wouldn’t diminish the intensity of her hatred for him one bit. She saw he was waiting for her to speak. Once more, she made herself rub the collar as a reminder of what awaited her if she refused. “I will try my best, Abul, to say and do the things you wish.” She paused. “And...and...in time I’m sure you will break my spirit. I will then live only for you. My every thought will be of you. My...my cunt will be wet when I come to you.”
“And?”
She glanced at his feet, “I will kneel on the communion bench and wait for you to ring the bell.”
He finished his drink, then lay back and closed his eyes. Holding up the silver bell, he shook it. Heartsick, Kathy slid off her stool. Her heels
