“I think that’s all I need to make my report to Sergei,” he said watching my prayerful attitude as my eyes begged him to let me go. “I’m afraid it might be painful for you to work the rest of the day. But then, this is the life you want. You’d be wise to consider this carefully before you make a final decision.” Ezra lectured me a while longer as he paced about me, looking at the results of his work. I could see my breasts myself. They looked as though they’d been clawed by a cat. Little places where the skin was broken were smeared with blood, drying. I imagined that the rest of my body would bear the same marks, especially my ass where he’d spent the most energy.
Finally letting me down, my arms felt like dead weights. “I suppose you’ll be expected back at work in fifteen minutes,” he
