Day Ten.
Morning: Dante woke her with the leash already in his hands.
The collar was still around her neck. Had been all night. A constant pressure, a constant reminder.
He clipped the leash to it with a smile.
"Let's see if you remember your training," he said.
She did. Got on her knees when commanded. Crawled when told to crawl. Let him clip the leash without fighting.
"Excellent," he praised. "You're being so good for me."
He used her mouth again. Harder this time. Deeper. Making her choke and gag and struggle for air.
But she didn't fight. Didn't bite. Didn't resist.
Because fighting made it worse. Fighting gave him what he wanted.
So she went still. Submitted. Let him think he was winning.
When he left, she vomited. The collar still on. Her throat raw. Her dignity in shreds
