Page 75 of Violent Delights

I can see her struggling to obey. She’s been trained well enough to feel an instant urge to comply with what I say when I address her that way. It’s become part of her nature, a natural instinct that tells her to follow her Master’s wish and receive pleasure in return.

There’s no pleasure attached to my current command, but the need to serve is still there.

“You’ll get dressed now,” I repeat my words, still pointing my finger at her. “Do you understand?”

She glares at me through narrowed and saddened eyes, processing my words with furious determination. I don’t even know what to wish for. To hear the words from her lips? Yes, Master. It would mean that she’s following my order, but it would also mean that she agrees to leave.

I look at her, standing there, completely naked, hugging herself because no one else does, blood and tears running down her precious cheeks, in desperate need of her Master’s touch. And I’m denying it to her.

It breaks me to see her like this. I need to leave the room before things go horribly awry. I can hear her sobbing behind me when I pull my eyes away and head for the door to leave.

As soon as I turn the knob and open the door, I can hear her steps on the carpet, closing in on me with hectic speed. Just as I turn around, wanting to beckon her to stop, she darts right past me, slipping through by ducking underneath my stretched out arm and running down the corridor.

My eyes follow her, my body turning still as I watch her run toward the attic door.

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