Entry Five
My breathing was becoming more and more ragged, and each time I inhaled I was reminded of the aroma of her…
She had been in my cabin when I awoke and had actually spooned me some hot soup and broken of bits of bread and fed me with them by hand.
“Be good,” she had warned when I attempted to turn my head from the humiliation of being fed in the way an owner might feed a pet.
It was her next statement that chilled me to the core of my being, however:
“Unless, that is, you wish me to order you to walk naked into the dining-salon that all your fellow passengers may see that pitiful excuse for an English c**k no woman would countenance unless it were on the body of a servant.”
It was not, I now knew, an idle threat and, with the humiliation and social death that awaited me shou
