Chapter Fifteen Krissy knelt on the small cushion in the corner of the room as she had been told to, patiently waiting. She had become resigned to her status here, though she still didn’t like any part of it. She was naked, as always, freshly bathed and coiffed and powdered. They had put some faint musky perfume on her body and in her hair. It was a scent she never would have worn herself, but as with everything else here she had no say in the matter. They had also put jewelry on her: Sparkling earrings dangled from her ears. Similar ornaments dangled from her n*****s, and the tiny clamps pinched almost enough to actually hurt. She had learned not to complain about such things. If you did, they simply adjusted the clamps so that they really did hurt. There was a wide and heavy iron coll