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“
Good
.
Stay
here
,
don
’
t
move
.
”
He
leaves
the
room
.
I
’
m
on
my
knees
,
waiting
.
Where
’
s
he
gone
?
What
is
he
going
to
do
to
me
?
Time
shifts
.
I
have
no
idea
how
long
he
leaves
me
like
this
…
a
few
minutes
,
five
,
ten
?
My
breathing
becomes
shallower
;
the
anticipation
is
devouring
me
from
the
inside
out
.
And
suddenly
he
’
s
back
—
and
all
at
once
I
’
m
calmer
and
more
excited
in
the
same
breath
.
Could
I
be
more
excited
?
I
can
see
his
feet
.
He
’
s
changed
his
jeans
.
These
are
older
,
ripped
,
soft
,
and
over
-
washed
.
Holy
cow
.
These
jeans
are
hot
.
He
shuts
the
door
and
hangs
something
on
the
back
.
“
Good
girl
,
Anastasia
.
You
look
lovely
like
that
.
Well
done
.
Stand
up
.
”
I
stand
,
but
I
keep
my
face
down
.
“
You
may
look
at
me
.
”
I
peek
up
at
him
,
and
he
’
s
staring
at
me
intently
,
assessing
,
but
his
eyes
soften
.
He
’
s
taken
off
his
shirt
.
Oh
my
…
I
want
to
touch
him
.
The
top
button
of
his
jeans
is
undone
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
chain
you
now
,
Anastasia
.
Give
me
your
right
hand
.
”
I
give
him
my
hand
.
He
turns
it
palm
up
,
and
before
I
know
it
,
he
swats
the
center
with
a
riding
crop
I
hadn
’
t
noticed
is
in
his
right
hand
.
It
happens
so
quickly
that
the
surprise
hardly
registers
.
Even
more
astonishing
—
it
doesn
’
t
hurt
.
Well
,
not
much
,
just
a
slight
ringing
sting
.
“
How
does
that
feel
?
”
he
asks
.
