His Mistress
He was kneeling, naked, as he had been instructed to. He began to take in his surroundings, and thought about how familiar and welcome this room had become. It was a stone room, walls, floor, even the ceiling, windowless and a perfect square. Each time he had entered it had been different, today it was completely bare, the only light coming from the red candles burning in the wall sconces. He was nervous, fear and anticipation flooding his body, but still he waited.
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