Caroline got on the table, wondering what came next; not more shaving, surely? Sophie went to a cupboard and came back with a collar of bright, polished silver, hinged in the middle. She placed it round Caroline’s neck.
“You will wear this collar as a token of your servitude,” she said. “I shall now lock it. There is only one key, which will remain in my possession.”
Sophie closed the ring and turned the tiny key which locked it. At both the front and the back were small rings through which might be threaded a leash. There was also a little metal disc attached, bearing Arabic script. Sophie produced a small book, in which she wrote something, presumably what was on the disc.
“A couple of questions,” she said. “First, how many men have f****d you?”
Until a fortnight week ago, Caroline
