here’s a little story about what good girls receive.
(Start with The Bad Girl Lesson)
The Good Girl Lesson –
The door opened with the sound of rusty hinges squeaking, startling Lilah out of her sleep. She was numb all over, a much-welcomed condition as it eliminated the pain of her bruises. But at the same time, her awakening reminded her of how cold she was. Her mouth and cheeks were covered with the dried remains of wet cat food, an indication to her that she had been left in that icy cold room for a few hours. How long she had no idea. But her bruises felt like they had at least begun to heal, in the sense that the surfaces of her skin that felt wet where bruised earlier now felt dry. She wasn’t even aware it was dawn, not just for still being blindfolded but also for having been in that basement-like area for quite a while – completely deprived of sunlight.
Lifting her head slightly, she struggled to get up onto her knees – her wrists still cuffed behind her back. But before she could ever kneel up, she felt a hand between her shoulder blades – pushing her back down on the dirt floor and taking her partial-kneel out from underneath her as she went flat onto her stomach. That hand held her down as she felt a needle piercing the raw skin of her right bottom cheek, a sedating shot of something easing her instincts to fight back by depriving her of the motor skills to do so. She had no idea what to expect next from him. If it was anything like the lesson-teaching discipline she had received a few hours ago, it might well have been her complete undoing.
But as she would soon find out, the polar opposite of her fears was what was about to happen, a dramatic about-face shift that would scramble her mind-n-senses once more and give her a reason to comply in a manner she never would have contemplated.
The game of sensations and emotions was on.