If you wouldn’t mind, just go and check on Kitty please, Maisie. I don’t think I’ve killed, her but a second opinion might be good.’
‘No problem, Boss,’ she replied and slid the plate of bacon, eggs, tomatoes and mushrooms in front of him, leaving hers in the pan. She stepped down into the cellar and looked down at Kitty for a moment. Picking up the discarded blanket, she wrapped it tightly round Kitty, then quickly checked her pulse, and pulled down an eyelid to check the pupil. She pulled a small bottle of smelling salts from her pocket and waived it under Kitty’s nose until the woman sneezed and coughed.
‘Silly girl,’ Maisie said. ‘If you know what’s good for you, you will do as you’re told from now on with no backchat. And I’m not a dyke!’
With that,
she pulled a couple of cardboard sheets from the pile and pushed them under Kitty to take her off the cold concrete. ‘I’ll bring you some food in a while.’
She stood and turned, then paused and said in an almost kindly tone, ‘You never know, you might even get to enjoy it one day.’ Kitty wept quietly, shocked and weakened by the pain still raging through her body.
‘She’s okay, Boss, but she’ll need a couple of days to recover.’ Maisie said, coming back upstairs.
‘Oh, well, there’s no time schedule with this one and there’s other tricks she can learn in the meantime,’ he replied as Maisie sat at the breakfast bar and the two of them ate. A small bowl sat between them that contained the leftover scraps from last night’s dinner and to which they added the unwanted parts of their breakfast—crusts of toast, tomato skins, bacon rinds, orange juice, cold coffee (M) and tea (Maisie). When they’d finished, they enjoyed a cigarette each in companionable silence, tipping the ash into the bowl.
‘Right,’ he said, flicking his cigarette end into the sink. ‘I’m going to pick up the cage. Can you sort out the clothes? Help yourself to anything you fancy, but leave the posh frocks for now. The panties go on the fire tonight. Bag up the rest. And take the right-hand side wardrobe doors off. I’m going to put the cage in there—I want to be able to play with this one without having to leave my bed.’
‘You’re going soft, Boss,’ she said, then quickly added, ‘Joke.’
‘Ha, ha,’ he said sarcastically, ‘Back in a bit.’
He left and Maisie gave a sigh of relief. She worshipped M and always tried to please him; while she knew theirs would never be a physical relationship—she had never had any real interest in sex even before the ‘incident’, and certainly not in the type he enjoyed—she felt any displeasure from him very acutely. Searching through Kitty’s cupboard, she found the hand blender she’d been looking for and used it to liquidise the contents of the bowl. She added in a couple of tablets from the medical box she’d brought from the van, mashed them into the food, poured a mug of milky, sweet tea and took both through to the cellar.
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