Chapter Five
Eating Disorder
Allison heard the door open and looked up to see the vision of her helplessness on the back of it flash away, replaced with the sight of her captor. He smiled down on her as he entered the room. He was still wearing the uniform, but the ski mask was gone. Silently, he circled her as she knelt, looking down on her body. Reaching down, he placed a hand on her upper arm above the elbow and gently lifted her to her feet. She felt his hands on her wrists, examining the cuffs there.
“Very good, Allison,” he said softly. “Just as tight as I would have put them on you. Good girl. A professional submissive would not have even been so thorough. You’re not growing to like this, are you?”
“N-no,” she whispered, biting back the choice words that she wanted to use in res
