The basement was cold, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and anticipation. Elara knelt on the hard floor, her knees aching, but she didn’t dare move. She wasn’t a person anymore; she was a pet, a possession. The thick leather collar around her neck was a constant reminder of that. A leash hung from it, trailing across the floor to where he sat in a high-backed chair.
"Did I say stop?" His voice was sharp.
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Elara picked it up in her mouth, the rubber tasting faintly of vanilla. She chewed on it gently, watching him as he turned and ascended the stairs. He turned off the light, plunging the room back into shadows, and closed the door. The basement was cold, the air thick with