Linea waited fifteen minutes after she heard Master Donovan's SUV roaring from the drive and down the lane before she inched from the bed. She moved to the window to double check he was indeed gone before making her way into the bathroom.
He didn't tell her she could shower, but since he’d whipped the collar from her neck, Linea believed right now she was the master of her decisions. She turned the water knobs on--the hot full force, but the cold just enough not to scald her skin. Stepping in the steaming shower spray, she yelped from the intensity but stayed under the blistering stream hoping to ease her internal struggle with outward pain.
The whipping he gave her hurt less than the pain of seeing the anger in his eyes. This endeavor. This adventure. This pursuit of being a slave was e
