“I like listening to them submit. Especially her.”
I spun around. Mistress stood in the doorway. Her mask had returned, as did the throat choker. Her voice was low and ominous.
Suddenly, I felt very much out of my depth. What was I going to do? What would I say? I wasn’t any therapist or psycho-babble head shrinker. All I had was blunt honesty.
“You like it?” Mistress said, gesturing at the bound women beyond the glass. “It’s my little menagerie. They all chose to stay here; I didn’t force any of them into a decision. And they can all walk out any time they want. Just like you.”
“What happens if they do?” I said.
“Nothing. But unlike you they’ll take their guilt with them. And they’ll be looking over their shoulders for the rest of their lives. Waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
Mistress
