Rick is confused

Why was this -- admittedly gorgeous -- woman calling him master? It didn't make any sense.

Rick stood up, thinking to get as far away from this obvious lunatic as quickly as possible. But then he stopped. She didn't look like she was crazy -- was there a look for someone crazy? -- and she really looked like she was in pain. Rick decided that there was definitely something else going on here, so he knelt back down in front of the woman who was still kneeling looking up at him.

"What's your name?" Rick asked.

"Mary," the woman, Mary, answered softly, her eyes meeting Rick's briefly before she looked down at the ground. "Master."

Rick took one of her hands in his and asked, "Why are you calling me Master? I don't even know you."

Mary looked up, this time not flinching away from his gaze. "I know everything about you, Richard Blye. It is my duty to serve you. It has always been my duty."

Rick just stared at her dumbly. Her duty to serve him? Rick knew many things, but he was pretty sure he'd never had a **** before. Oh, he loved his porn, and that experience often tended towards the more kinky side of things, but he'd never actually wanted a **** for his own.

Eventually, he found his voice again. "Why though? I don't understand."

"Master, I am yours, I can't explain it any better than that," Mary said, turning her gaze back to the floor. "I'm sorry if I disappointed you."