‘I paid a good deal of money for you. I hope your brother is doing better.’
I have no idea. The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow, and I am on my knees before you…
‘What do you want me to do?’ I ask in a trembling voice, touching the blindfold.
My fingers are abruptly removed from my face, and a rough hand is stroking my cheek instead.
I feel like a toy that has been praised for obedience.
‘Spend a few nights with me.’
‘Believe me, you will enjoy it.’
His hand touches my face again and then tears off the folds of my shirt. That’s it. The game has begun.