The chamber

Darkness surrounded Ava. She felt disoriented and nauseous, and her head pounded like a blacksmith's anvil. She struggled to recall what happened to her, but all she could remember before everything wen black was being carried out of the bar by Pablo and someone else. She threw off the blanket that covered her, and examined herself. Yes, her clothes were still intact. At least they hadn't stripped her, but they did search her. They took everything she had on her, including her cell phone, a small flashlight, and every piece of jewelry she had on, which was a very sophisticated set of earrings she used as listening devices and a necklace that doubled as a tiny hidden camera. Even her clutch purse was gone.

She sat up on the straw mattress she had been sleeping on. She rubbed her head, trying to shake the headache she had when she heard footsteps. She quickly laid back down on the straw mattress, and pretended to still be knocked out. Bright light suddenly flooded the room, and the footsteps came closer to her. They stopped, and she could hear the breathing of the person they belonged to just a few feet away from her. Then she heard the sound of keys rattling, and being inserted into a lock with a definite click.

"Time for you to wake up Princess" came Pablo's voice. "We have a lot to do today."

She pretended to still be groggy as she opened her eyes and looked up at Pablo, framed inside the doorway of the cage where she was kept. "What's going on?" she demanded. "What is the meaning of this?"

Pablo chuckled. "Well it turns out you're the exact type of girl the Master has been looking for" he answered. "Nice, smooth pale skin with red hair, which is actually a plus. All though he does prefer black hair more than red. Too bad your eyes are not violet, but dark blue will do." He walked into her cage, and knelt beside her straw bed. "It's my job to prepare you for him. I will train you, and I will enjoy every minute of it. However, you might not. But ask me if I care. If the Master rejects you, you'll be sold as a ****. If he accepts you, you'll become one of his many wives, and you'll bear him lots of children." He stretched out his hand, offering to help Ava onto her feet. She accepted his hand, and they both stood up.

Ava looked around her. What she saw through the bars of her cage had her horrified. It was a **** chamber of sorts. There was an exam table with surgical carts loaded with surgical equipment right beside it, a dentist's chair, and various benches covered with devices used for ****. Shackles and chains hung from the ceiling with their mates anchored into the floor right below them. There was a medieval looking **** rack and a cross that stood in the middle of the floor. There were other things, darker things Ava did not recognize, or want to think about. It was like a house of horrors to any sane person.

"Come with me" said Pablo, pulling her roughly out of the cage behind him. He dragged her to the far end of the chamber where a furnace with a heavy glass sight in its door stood, blazing away. He opened the door to the furnace, and the flames danced menacingly. He stood Ava before the open door, then slowly backed away from her. "Strip!" he commanded her. "Throw your clothes into the furnace."