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"Louder and like you mean it."

She shuts her eyes for a minute, then repeats, "Thank you, Sir." She slinks over to me, her leash scraping on the cobblestones.

"Kneel," I order.

She assumes the position and waits.

I caress her cheek and move my face in front of hers. I lift her chin up and ask, "Who do you hate most in this world?"

Surprise fills her expression. She freezes.

Let the games begin.

"I asked you a question. I want an honest answer," I assert.

Her voice turns flat. She admits, "My father."

I arch my eyebrows.

She clears her throat. "Sir. My father, Sir."

"Why do you hate your father?"

Her face hardens. She blinks hard.

I wrap the leash around her chin, so there's no slack, and gently tug.

Flames from the fire dance in her blues. She gasps, and I demand, "Tell me."

The sad truth comes out. She confesses, "He's never loved me. I'm just someone he wants for show-and-tell."

"What else don't you like about your father?"

Her lip trembles. She whispers, "Why are you asking me this?"

"The next time you ask me a question without seeking permission first, you'll be in the cage. Understand?" I warn.

Her eyes dart to the cage, then back to me.

"Well? Understand?" I push.

"Yes, Sir."

"Last time I'm asking. What else don't you like about your father?"

She clenches her jaw, and I give her a moment. She reveals, "He's selfish, a liar, and cruel."

"How is he cruel?"

She blinks, and a tear slides down her cheek.

I soften my voice. "Tell me, pet."

Her voice cracks. "He'll do anything to have full control over me."

I wait.

She adds, "Sir."


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