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But
what
dominates
the
room
is
a
bed
.
It
’
s
bigger
than
king
sized
,
an
ornately
carved
rococo
four
-
poster
with
a
flat
top
.
It
looks
late
nineteenth
century
.
Under
the
canopy
,
I
can
see
more
gleaming
chains
and
cuffs
.
There
is
no
bedding
…
just
a
mattress
covered
in
red
leather
and
red
satin
cushions
piled
at
one
end
.
At
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
set
apart
a
few
feet
,
is
a
large
oxblood
chesterfield
couch
,
just
stuck
in
the
middle
of
the
room
facing
the
bed
.
An
odd
arrangement
…
to
have
a
couch
facing
the
bed
,
and
I
smile
to
myself
—
I
’
ve
picked
on
the
couch
as
odd
,
when
really
it
’
s
the
most
mundane
piece
of
furniture
in
the
room
.
I
glance
up
and
stare
at
the
ceiling
.
There
are
carabiners
all
over
the
ceiling
at
odd
intervals
.
I
vaguely
wonder
what
they
’
re
for
.
Weirdly
,
all
the
wood
,
dark
walls
,
moody
lighting
,
and
oxblood
leather
makes
the
room
kind
of
soft
and
romantic
…
I
know
it
’
s
anything
but
;
this
is
Christian
’
s
version
of
soft
and
romantic
.
I
turn
,
and
he
’
s
regarding
me
intently
,
as
I
knew
he
would
be
,
his
expression
completely
unreadable
.
I
walk
farther
into
the
room
,
and
he
follows
me
.
The
feathery
thing
has
me
intrigued
.
I
touch
it
hesitantly
.
It
’
s
suede
,
like
a
small
cat
-
o
’
-
nine
-
tails
but
bushier
,
and
there
are
very
small
plastic
beads
on
the
end
.
“
It
’
s
called
a
flogger
.
”
Christian
’
s
voice
is
quiet
and
soft
.
A
flogger
…
hmm
.
I
think
I
’
m
in
shock
.
My
subconscious
has
emigrated
or
been
struck
dumb
or
simply
keeled
over
and
expired
.
I
am
numb
.
I
can
observe
and
absorb
but
not
articulate
my
feelings
about
all
this
,
because
I
’
m
in
shock
.
What
is
the
appropriate
response
to
finding
out
a
potential
lover
is
a
complete
freaky
sadist
or
masochist
?
Fear
…
yes
…
that
seems
to
be
the
overriding
feeling
.
I
recognize
it
now
.
But
weirdly
not
of
him
—
I
don
’
t
think
he
’
d
hurt
me
,
well
,
not
without
my
consent
.
So
many
questions
cloud
my
mind
.
Why
?
How
?
When
?
How
often
?
Who
?
I
walk
toward
the
bed
and
run
my
hands
down
one
of
the
intricately
carved
posts
.
The
post
is
very
sturdy
,
the
craftsmanship
outstanding
.
“
Say
something
,
”
Christian
commands
,
his
voice
deceptively
soft
.
“
Do
you
do
this
to
people
or
do
they
do
it
to
you
?
”
His
mouth
quirks
up
,
either
amused
or
relieved
.
