“What the… Hello?” Silence. Oh shit, what now? Three days of monotonous boredom had lulled her into a sense of security. “Why did you turn off the lights?” She huddled on the bed, blinking in a futile effort to focus through the darkness. The Pleasure Master had used the dark to motivate her. Had he finally returned? A violent shiver sped down her spine. “This is suffocating.” “If you see my face, I’ll have to kill you. I thought you’d prefer the dark.” His deep, faintly accented voice came from right beside the bed. Danette gasped and scrambled into the corner. His warm hand grasped her ankle and pulled her away from the wall. She screamed. “The room is sealed. No one can hear you. Calm down.” “What… What do you want?” She twisted, trying to dislodge his hand. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk.” She laughed. “Pleasure Masters don’t talk, they command.” “Well, I’m commanding you to talk to me.” He skimmed his hands up her body until he found her shoulders.
