Perched on the edge of the filthy clawfoot tub, Ari wrestled the rusty faucet to cut off the flow of water. The digital readout rose by a thousand when some anonymous donor requested she take a bath. The water in the porcelain tub was a murky gray. There was no reason for Lady Katrina to have brought her soap and shampoo after the request came; it wasn’t like it would help. She unhooked the wires from her now pierced breasts.
Ari stepped into the generously sized tub. Hands grasped the grime-encrusted edges as she lowered herself into the freezing water. The bright lights in the room flicked off and the red glow of the hot lamps came on, almost like mood lighting for the scene. Once her aching body submerged into the icy embrace, the chattering of her teeth was like nails on a chalkboard. A layer of gooseflesh covered her entire body, including her tender nipples, which puckered under the cold water. The digital counter clicked again, lumbering toward its goal.
“Come now, Miss Delgado. Do not make Jaguar25 wait for the bath they paid for,” Lady Katrina’s voice urged over the loudspeaker.
Ari’s voice carried with frustration, “I’m in the fucking tub already.”
“I’m sure your mother taught you how to use soap to wash your bits and pieces. And don’t forget that mouth of yours. You sure do talk like a dirty whore. Oh, wait ... I forgot. You are one.”
Lady Katrina had not lied when she mentioned her pain would be less if she only played along. That’s what Ari had been doing. She performed the tasks and commands of the viewers, and the electric shocks had all but stopped. They had humiliated her. Abused her. Shamed her. All done by her own hand with little complaint. She tried not to think of the horrid activities requested.
Dylan’s words being her mantra. “Don’t think. Just do.”
It pushed her through the unspeakable horrors and depravity of her situation. If she knew nothing about BDSM when she started this investigation, Lady Katrina had schooled her in this short amount of time. Now a walking encyclopedia for BDSM, she knew the terminology based on experience since arriving in this prison. If it existed, she had likely done it. How many more disgusting ways could the audience think of to degrade her?
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