Chapter Six
Expansions
After I receive my name the visits to Mr. Lange end. He’s moved on to other slaves now, usually new ones without a name. Their cries and pleadings echo in my cell and I know full well the techniques he uses on them. Those who are with him more than once tremble as they wait outside the dungeon; not so much in fear as anticipation of the heights to which he will deliver them. I think back on my own arduous climbs to ecstasy with him and Philip; a small, though definite, part of me can’t help but miss it a little.
One day the observation panel snaps open and there are those eyes. Dark brown, they don’t blink as they run over my body. They scan me casually, seeing how I appear without a binding uniform, assessing my nudity. I’m frozen under his gaze, staring back. Ye
