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Mildred's bedroom was sparse. There was a king size bed, neatly made with a black comforter on top and silver pillows at the head. There was a cherry wood dresser and matching vanity. The carpet was deep red. There was a large abstract painting what appeared to be a blazing red sun.

Mildred jerked Belle close. "Kneel!"

Belle obeyed.

"My name is Mildred Karst. I am the Gruber's head of security. I am in charge of keeping them and their possessions safe. When I am finished with you, I shall turn you over to them, so they may have some fun with you in their little game room you stumbled into."

"Please, can't you just let me go? I'll never come..."

"Silence!" said Mildred, tugging roughly on the leash. "You must not realize the Grubers are very powerful people. Breaking into their house would not earn you the same punishment as breaking into John and Jane Doe's little suburban ranch style, don't you?"

Belle trembled.

Mildred tied the leash to the corner of the bed. She slowly removed her clothes and folded them neatly and put them on the dresser. She climbed on the bed and lay on her back. She spread her legs. "Satisfy me to my content, and I may be lenient with you before turning you over to the Grubers. Do poorly, and you and I will have some...fun...before I turn you over to them. Get to it."