Rehabilitation

Gwen woke up strapped to a chair, mostly bare, with a collar around her neck.

Harry, sitting on a chair upside down, looked at her, leaning against the back of the chair, an amused and malicious look.

• Please, no, Harry, free me, don't look at me like that.

Harry remained silent before speaking.

• Can you feel your blood heating up? Know that these are the first signs of what I've instilled in you. You will soon see your values ​​change, rediscover their truth. It will abolish your true impulses, freed from societal and parental indoctrination. I will guide you.
• No, Harry, leave me, I will never become like you.
• No, I'm unique. I know you're a ruthless female who only thinks about sex, my sex. Admit that you've had enough of this strong woman mask. You're going to become a kind female ready to satisfy male desires, and especially me, your master, your only love.
• You're crazy. I'll never be your... She couldn't finish the rest of her sentence.

She felt like she was seeing him as if it were the first time without her denial. In fact, if she had always loved him without Peter, she would have fallen madly in love with him. But now that Peter was dead, she could no longer escape reality.