I feel a sudden stinging on my cheek. Someone’s slapped my face.
“Get up,” Aman shouts.
I rise, awkwardly, feeling raw and uncomfortable from the hard physical use. “Yes, sir.”
“So, you have the game plan clear? You understand what you’re life is about now, Michelle Monroe?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You belong to me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You are my slave and nothing more.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You are here to serve me and nothing more.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’d suggest you lose your boyfriend—carefully, so as not to raise his suspicions. But lose him.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And don’t get overly ambitious with your work. When I’m here I’ll want you.”
“Yes, sir.”
He nods, satisfied. “Good. Now that we understand each other, you’re free to go.” He smiles. “There’s a lavatory through that door. Your clothes are hanging t
