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girl appeared out of nowhere, a beautiful ethnic-looking girl with wildly curly hair and almond-shaped eyes. She began arranging blankets and pillows in the corner cage.
    While she did so, Mephisto pulled Molly up and gazed down at her. It did not even cross her mind to dare to look away.
    "You are no doubt tired," he said in a deep, rumble-edged voice. "Rest tonight, because tomorrow you will serve me at my leisure, and probably need to learn a lot of new things."
    "Yes, Master. I will try my best to serve you."
    "Yes, you will—or I will demand you try again and again until you get it right. Perfectly right."
    Something in the way he spoke left her with no illusions that he might be patient in training her.
    "And for the duration of your stay here, kitten," he continued, "you will abide by the same rules your Master set regarding touching yourself."
    "Yes, Master." She couldn't help blushing a little at his direct stare.
    "You will not want to discover what happens if you disobey me in this, girl. Understand?"
    "Yes, Master," she said, nodding. "I understand."
    "Now Lila will show you to the bathroom, where you will shower, wash your hair, and brush your teeth with the toiletries set aside for you on the counter. You will leave things clean and orderly when you're finished, and then Lila will put you to bed."
    Molly was well aware where her bed would be. On the floor, in the cage.
    She crawled in later at Lila's command—washed, brushed, and exhausted—crouching down so as not to bump her head. It was somewhat exciting to be surrounded by those bars, but somewhat scary. Master had never caged her, and most nights even let her sleep beside him in his bed. The cage was much less comfortable than Master's bed, but she could still stretch out almost all the way. She found a comfortable position lying on her side with her legs drawn up slightly. Before she closed her eyes, she looked around the room again. Mephisto had long since left, gone back to mingle with the patrons of his club. Lila had left as well, after locking a padlock fixed to the door. Once upon a time Molly would have thought about fires, emergencies. About how to get out if she really had to.
    She didn't think about things like that much anymore. In a corner of the room, in the near darkness she could see a slow, blue blink. Camera. Someone was watching for emergencies, which was why Lila had left the lights dimmed but not out completely. She knew she would be safe here. Master would not have left her somewhere that wasn't safe. But there was safety and then there was control. She pushed on the door once, twice, just to be certain it wouldn't open. She tugged on the padlock. No, nothing was pretend here. She was caged, well and truly. But she was grateful she hadn't been put to sleep under the bed, with him above her and no way to see him.
    Molly's mind started to drift. She touched the welts on her bottom, just a brush of fingers as she settled. It had made her sad to wash off the last residue of Master's cum in the shower. She might have fallen asleep to the scent of it on her hands. But the welts were from his hand, and that soothed her. She cried a little, turning away from the camera so no one would see her—whoever might be watching her now. Soon she fell into a dreamless, heavy sleep. What time Mephisto came to his bed...if he came to his bed...she never did know.

 
     
     
     
    The First Day
     
     
     
    Molly turned and stretched, reaching in her sleep for Master. Her hands bumped cold metal bars and she jerked awake. She made a small sound of sadness and frustration, and then realized with a start that Mephisto was staring at her from his bed.
    If she had to guess, she would say he was only just awakening too. He was leaning up against a pile of snow white pillows. The forbidding black comforter was on the floor in a heap, revealing a dissonant expanse of pristine white sheets. He lay on top of them, his bronze body another striking contrast. She