Chapter Eighteen
Disciplined
From that day on, the new three-part existence regime repeated endlessly: one day on the Stair Machine, one on the Rowing machine, and one on the Treadmill. It is mind-numbingly boring, but I had no choices anymore, and had to do as I was commanded. Governess remained her cool and impersonal self, always maintaining a strict decorum beneath her veneer of concern and civility toward me, but there was no question who was Mistress and who was Slave. She is cruel and heartless and I dreaded seeing her, even though I hungered constantly for the sight of another human being. I do not know how many more weeks or months I was kept on this schedule, but one day when I was nearly insane from being kept so terribly bound and isolated, she stayed longer than normal to ta
