Hours Passed. Or days. He was blindfolded most of the time now. Spoken to only when necessary. He…

“You crawl well,” she said. “But posture is not obedience. Still too much pride behind your spine.” She…

With the line disconnected, Deborah turned her full attention to her pupil. She took Peggy’s hand, guiding it…

He couldn’t. The cage throbbed between his legs, tight and unyielding. No arousal. No release. Only pressure. Pain….

The words should have made him laugh. But they didn’t. Because as she stepped closer, she radiated not…