Chapter Eleven
Throwing open the attic door, I see Analise shrink back on her bed, afraid.
At lunch I told her to meet me upstairs at four o’clock. She knows why, but doesn’t balk at my stern command. In fact, I see the submissiveness on her face, as if she were waiting for my wrath.
As she trembles, she’s naked and compliant. A patch of sun streaks across her bed, making her white skin glow like alabaster. Ah yes! It will soon be glowing, wildly red!
I’ve never punished anyone before, but I will today.
I think back to Elizabeth. She would have slapped my face a dozen times before she even began to talk. She would have me backed into a corner with her nasty cane in hand, had I so negligently ignored a direct command as Analise has done. I can’t be so ruthless with Analise. She’s conv
