Zuri
She made her way to her new room. The master. His bedroom. Her old one was next door. She had the personal delight of listening to his prior escapades so she knew that when he said “gentle” it probably meant he wouldn’t be flogging her tonight. Or whipping her.
Or strangling her.
Because he loved to watch a woman choke. Three had died because he never let go.
The outfit he mentioned was laid out delicately on the corner of the black and gold bedding. The black satin sheets reflected the dim light from the hall.
She took in deep breaths while she stepped out of the dress. She laid it gently on a chair, unsure of where to put it. He destroyed the back when he cut her out of it. The one positive of this day.
White fabric shaped like a short dress. It didn’t cover anything. The edge
