Meet the Villain

  At that moment, the door creaked, and there were a few footsteps. Someone had entered the room. Unfortunately, since I couldn’t move my head, I had no idea who it could be. 
    “How are things going, Melody?” a voice said. It was a man’s. 
    Obviously the woman, apparently named Melody, frightened me. She was cold. And of course, anyone is going to be to be frightening when they’re pacing around your naked, chained body. But if I had met her under different circumstances, I would have simply passed her on as a pretty girl with an odd affect. 
    But it wouldn’t have mattered what circumstances I met that man under. He would have terrified me just as much. Melody was removed from what she was doing to me. That voice exhibited a naked sadism and pleasure in my misery that I almost lost my breath. I started to try and escape the chains again. 
    “Still struggling, eh? I’m a little disappointed, Melody.”


 “I’ve just begun, sir,” the woman replied, and I thought I could feel a touch of the fear I was fearing in her.
“I know you have. But I can’t have delays. Not with a market coming up. You know what happens when there are delays.”
“You lose money.”

 “I meant what happens to you.”

 “Yes, sir.”
“Care to tell me?”
There was a pause. “If you’re going to challenge my authority, I would suggest that you do it out of the earshot of the merchandise.”

 He laughed. “You don’t have authority when I’m around. You’re my dog, and if you can’t make her bow just as low to you as to me, then I’ll take you out back and shoot you. Understand?”

 “Yes... master.”

 “Perfect.” There was silence. “I do have to say, she is a looker. I’m rather inclined to sample her.”