"Now, I've got some business to attend to..." Tracy made a few taps on her smartwatch and stepped into her home office. Sleek, beautiful screens showed displays of bright colours and complicated numbers, all of it gibberish to Luke as he was now. "Lots of money to manage, you know? Businesses to run, finances to spend..."
Tracy snickered at the poor, lost, petite Luke. "You, my pet, should prepare lunch for us. It's up to you whether you want to cook or order in..." Before she shut the door, Tracy pointed at one of the screens, which showed security cam footage of the main doorway. It showed Luke's vacant, doe-like expression, the hamper for his discarded clothes, and the empty corridor before Tracy stepped away.
Luke found he couldn't quite move. No. Tracy had given him an order, hadn't she -- no clothes allowed in the house. He was still dressed, even though he was inside the door. The hamper was an iron bar wedged in his willpower. And would he have to cook? Like this, utterly naked, having to look at his own naked body? Or did he dare risk picking up the vid-phone and dialling for delivery...also naked? Or dare he defy Tracy?
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