Chapter Nine
Progression Towards My Fate
And so it went for the next three months, while I was slowly ground into the mould of a perfect, obedient Postulant of the Order. My resistance disappeared, and after just a week, I jumped to respond to the commands of my mentors, for I knew terrible pain would be inflicted on me if I didn’t do precisely as commanded. Each week I was strung up and whipped by the two sisters from The Office Of Holy Discipline, and came to fear their faceless appearance and uncaring treatment terribly, but I had to submit to their ministrations because there was no hope of my escaping my restraints and leashes. There was no possible way to escape any of the things I was being subjected to! My meals were times of total wretchedness, and I only ate because of the disc
