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Beatrice’s diary the key that had unlocked this secret part of her?
    Chang touched her and broke the chain of thought. Quickly, as if afraid she might change her mind, he slipped a leather strap over each wrist, jerking them tight before buckling them closed. She gasped with surprise as the leather bit into her flesh.
    ‘Turn around and lift your arms above your head,’ he ordered. Glancing up, she saw that set into the tiles above the shower head was a hook on an adjustable stem. It struck her then that she was not the first houseguest to have succumbed to Doctor Casswell’s erotic invitation, but did as she was told. The servant’s cool hands settled on her slim hips and lifted a little so the chain between the manacles caught over the hook and secured her for whatever might follow.
    Sarah closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She had never felt or been so vulnerable in her life, and the sensation sent adrenaline surging through her veins like a burning fuse.
    The white marble tiles were icy cool as they brushed against her spine. As Chang let go, the muscles in her arms screamed out in protest at being asked to take the weight of her body. She flinched while, very gently, Chang lowered the hook a little so the balls of her feet rested on the floor… and then he pulled her closer. For the first time she had a chance to look deep into the glacial darkness of his eyes.
    ‘You will learn now what it really feels like to be tied like an animal waiting for your master’s pleasure,’ he said without emotion. ‘You will soon understand that you are a slave, like Beatrice, a creature created purely for pleasure. It will be better if you accept your fate and learn the lessons now. It will be much easier.’
    Sarah shivered. From his jacket Chang drew a broad strip of what looked liked chamois leather. When Sarah realised that he intended to blindfold her with it, she pulled away and started to protest.
    The small man shook his head; it was pointless to resist. What could she do or say to make him stop? She had a feeling her begging would only excite him. He would blindfold her with or without her co-operation, and the results would be the same.
    For an instant Sarah felt a bright plume of fear rising from deep in her belly; she was totally helpless to resist either Chang or his master. The implications of the game she had agreed to play hit home as the Oriental reached up and knotted the leather firmly around her eyes. It clung tight like a second skin, moulding itself across the contours of her face, plunging her into complete darkness.
    Sarah’s reaction was to pull away from Chang, but it was pointless. She could do nothing other than await whatever was in store. For a few seconds all she could hear was the frantic beat of her pulse, and then there was a hiss and a deluge of water; icy cold and as sharp as needles, and then gradually getting warmer. As the torrent exploded across her skin she cried out, feeling faint as the water poured down over her, the sheer force of it making her gasp for breath.
    She strained against her restraints, every nerve ending alight, her mind trying to reach beyond the darkness of the mask into the bathroom to guess what it was the two men had planned for her. After a moment or two the water slowed to a trickle and two hands began to work over her flesh; competent hands that coolly explored every inch as they soaped her.
    ‘Open you legs,’ Chang ordered.
    Sarah did as she was told, only too aware of her vulnerability. The next thing she felt was a hand lathering the soft mount of her sex, followed by an odd sweeping motion, and a rasping sound. She held her breath, waiting for another stroke to confirm her fears. It came after a second or two and was followed by the terrifying but inescapable knowledge that the cool bite was a razor shaving away the corona of hair around her sex. She froze, too terrified to move and almost too terrified to breathe.
    Chang was skilled in his work, and