Yes

"But it's so cold down here!" I complained. My dress had already suffered being ripped open, and I had to wrap it around myself to keep it from falling off. "Couldn't we at least go somewhere warmer?" I begged and pleaded. I could feel myself shivering, even though I had wrapped my arms tightly around my waist.

"Last chance" Phillipa warned. "Take off your clothes, and give them to me." She held out her hands expectantly, waiting for me to disrobe.

I knew this was a fight I was not going to win. It was either do as I was told, or face whatever dire consequences she would make me face. I took off the remnants of my party dress, and handed it to her. Next came my heels, followed by my thigh high black stockings. My bra came next, and last came my panties. She now had everything, including my clutch purse which had my keys, credit cards, drivers license and other forms of ID inside. My birth control pills were also in there. I stood there, looking like a deer that had been caught in someone's headlights, shifting uncomfortably, trying to hade my nudity with my hands and arms.

She smiled at me as she opened my clutch purse. "It looks like you have everything in here we need. All of your ID and credit cards. I also see you were on birth control. Naughty, naughty! Only whores use birth control. Married women have no reason to. It looks like I was right about you. How many men would you have fucked behind your husband's back had you been given the chance?"

"None!" I responded. "We weren't ready to have children yet! Our careers were just getting started."

"That's nonsense!" she retorted. "It was your license to cheat, and you know it, you little whore! But all of that will soon be behind you. You will learn how to serve men and women. I'm going to make you into something very special." She put her hand on my shoulder. "Now come with me. It's time to end your old life, and start your new one."

Phillipa led me down the long corridor. The only sounds I heard were the clicking of her heels and the sound of my bare feet slapping against the stone floor as we walked. It was deathly quiet except for those sounds, and it made me feel as if I were being entombed. At the end of the corridor hung a large metal door. Phillipa tugged on a chain that hung from somewhere above, and the door slowly swung open, giving us access to a much warmer and brighter place. we walked through the doorway, and then the door swung silently shut behind us with a deafening click that told me there was no way out.

Phillipa took me over to the far wall where the room's source of heat stood. It was an old kiln, or some type of ancient furnace. She opened the creaking door, then handed me my clutch purse with my ID and other effects inside. "Throw it in, and burn it!" she commanded me.

All I could do now was what I was told. I threw the clutch purse in, and watched as the hungry flames devoured my old life. Next she handed me my shoes and stockings. Then my underwear, and finally my torn dress. I watched them all burn, and thought how surreal this entire evening had been. I was no longer Angela Downing, or even Angie. I didn't know who I was any more as I watched my life burn to grey cinders.