Chapter Eleven
Kelly slips her new key into the lock of the penthouse. She expects to spend another evening of drudgery, changing Pattie’s diaper, snapping on a leash and leading about her crawling nakedness for brief moments of exercise. It’s been a week since delivering the many legal documents, and keeping Patricia LaMange chaste and in thorough restraint a boring chore.
But on this visit, the door swings freely, thumping the wall with a hollow thud which echoes. When Pattie turns on the light, she is surprised... then realizes she should not be.
The apartment is more than empty, it has been stripped... no furniture... no carpeting... no curtains... and the walls newly painted a dull white. Moving to the bedroom turned dungeon Kelly finds equivalent emptiness, Pattie’s vast collectio
