Chapter Eleven
Proposals
“Who is he?”
Red Silk pauses in her movements and frowns, unsure she heard me.
“The man in the hood. The Executioner.”
“Is that what you call him? Interesting. I wonder if you have such a colorful name for me?”
“Yes, and I’ll never give you the satisfaction of hearing it.”
Red Silk laughs. “So, a little of your true colors make an appearance. I always sensed it just below your placid surface; rebellious, impertinent, demanding. It gives me motivation to punish you even more. As if I needed any.” She playfully pinches my n****e and I gasp.
Red Silk had the Executioner bring me to the small, intimate dungeon where she first had him whip me, then dismissed him. We’re below the garage, in a converted basement. I’m not blindfolded or bound, at least not yet, alt
