Christian's POV-
The door to the room opens and in walks Bob. He takes in my situation and I know he hates doing this but he has to because I say so. He locks the door and takes in my situation, my hands behind my back as I stand with only my jeans on.
"Yes Sir, you asked for me." He says looking down. He still might be hoping that I would change my mind.
"You know what to do," I say and standstill. The thoughts are not leaving my mind and I want to get rid of all of them. And the only possible way to get them out of my mind before I go mad is to distract my mind and shift it to the pain that would be inflicted upon me.
Bob goes behind a door on the left corner and I hear him shuffling through the things there.
"Stop wasting time Bob," I say. You don't take this much time when thing
