“You’re welcome, Princess.” He smiled warmly at her, gazing into her eyes, and then handing her a piece of clothing. “Put that on.”
Opening the cloth, she discovered that it was a camouflage tank top. She quickly slipped it over her head, its short hem leaving more than her bellybutton exposed. It felt so good to be dressed, albeit ridiculously, that she forgot the cuff on her ankle for a moment. An attempted step reminded her that any freedom she felt at the moment was only illusory. She watched her captor move to one of the waiting video cameras.
“Now, Princess, the critical thing about this exercise is that you make the camera believe that you are having a wonderful time throughout our little interview,” he told her, moving behind the camera to turn it to face her. “You must follow th
