“Forgive me. For I have sinned.”
Trinity knelt before The Master. Her
head hung in shame.
“An atrocity wench. That is what it
is. You bring outside attention to this house and to your Master
with your foolhardiness. Have you no respect?”
A small whimper escaped her lips and
she bit down hard on her tongue to stop herself from crying.
“Speak.” Count Lennoxia bellowed
the word at her. “Why have you bought this waif into my house?”
“For your pleasure Master. Only for
your pleasure.”
“But I take my pleasure from you
wench. I choose my source. You do not undermine me. Rise now.”
She did as bid and faced her Master.
His eyes bore into her. Penetrating her very soul.
“Now take up your position on the
settle, for I want to see if this waif will pleasure you in the way
that I do. You bought her here and she will administer to you. Not
me.”
Trinity placed her arms along the back
of the uncomfortable piece of furniture and parted her knees
slightly.
“Wider bitch. Wider.” The Count
turned to the apparition and smiled.
“Do your worst sister. Show no
mercy.”
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