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night vision camera, making it possible for me see her glaring directly at me.
    She stares up at me for an eternity, intensely. The shadowy image that is transferred by the camera only adds to her ghostly appearance.
    I stare back at her, her eyes drilling into me even through the screen.
    Then, she abruptly lifts her arms and gives me the finger with both hands.
    I chuckle.
    Five strokes.
     
    ~~~
     
    "I'm not hungry," she announces as soon as I walk through the door.
    "And yet you will eat," I object as I place the tray on the table. "Eggs and bacon with some toast. Not the healthiest choice, but I added some fruit to make up for it. And orange juice."
    I open the drapes and the early morning sun brightens the room with blinding intensity. It's a beautiful early fall day outside, immersing the room in warm, bright colors.
    I turn to her and have to suppress a smile when I see her frowning at me. She never let go of that towel, but it is no longer wrapped around her. I can see her hugging it beneath the covers. Her long, brown hair is messy as fuck, curling in all directions as if she touched an electrical outlet and her eyes are swollen and small. She looks even paler than yesterday and has rings beneath her eyes.
    "You didn't sleep well," I observe.
    She snorts.
    "Of course not!" she says. "What did you expect?"
    She yanks at the leash, choking herself to demonstrate something. "This thing is driving me crazy! I cannot sleep like this!"
    "You are really not a morning person," I say as I approach her.
    She glares up at me.
    I reach forward to caress her soft cheek. She flinches but doesn't slap my hand aside as I expected she would. Instead, she closes her eyes and freezes. I know she is torn between desire and agony. She hates me for captivating her, but she craves it at the same time.
    I love seeing her struggle. The excitement of not knowing which side will win, which will be stronger in certain situations, adds to the challenge of training her.
    "In any case, this is not how I want you to greet me when I enter the room," I say.
    She opens her eyes but doesn't look at me.
    There's no resistance from her when I gently touch her chin with two fingers and turn her face up to mine. She looks up at me, her eyes still flickering with strength and will. Their color has changed again, a shining and surprisingly light mix of blue and green. It is hard to imagine that I perceived them to be a dark fir green last night.
    She looks up at me, quiet as always. Her silence is beginning to unsettle me. Still waters run deep, they say, but no one ever mentions the monsters raging in those depths.
    "Lesson one," I whisper. "Every time I walk into the room, you are to greet me properly. I want you kneeling, with your hands on your knees, palms up and head down."
    She narrows her eyes.
    "And I want you to speak to me," I add. "You are to address me every time I walk in."
    Silence.
    "Do you remember how to address me?" I ask.
    "I'm not stupid," she hisses.
    My hand instantly wanders down to her throat. I push her back into the sheets, as she gasps for air, trying to remove my hand with hers. It's a futile attempt, and when she realizes that, her eyes open wide, staring at me in horror.
    I loosen my grip.
    "How do you address me?" I ask.
    "Master," she breathes, still gasping for air.
    "Good girl," I praise her. "Never again accuse me of calling you stupid."
    "Yes, Master," she says, her eyes full of rage.
    I hook a finger through the ring on her collar and force her to sit up by pulling on it.
    "Behave," I warn her before I unfasten the leash from the hook on the wall.
    "Yes, Master," she whispers, much to my surprise. She lowers her head, her wild hair shielding most of her face.
    "Get down on the floor," I order. "On all fours."
    I expect another sassy comment or a nasty look from her, but instead, she complies immediately and drops down on the floor, taking the position on all fours like an obedient puppy. She even hollows her back,