She sat up slowly, watching him. She’d never known him to be so cold, so emotionless. She was beginning to second think her request. She could do that. Women had the right to change their minds. Everyone knew that.
“There are zones,” he explained, without so much as acknowledging her predicament. She was afraid to move, afraid he would zap her again and she knew she would do anything to avoid it. “The computer, of course, is off limits, as is the remote and the refrigerator. From now on, I choose what and when you eat. Furniture is a big no-no, especially the bed. The bed has the highest voltage setting, just to let you know. You better get used to it, because you’ll be spending the next few weeks on your hands and knees. The toilet is okay, but only the downstairs one, and you’ll need to stick close to me while I’m at home, within five feet at all times. I’ll reset that when I go to work, of course, but you’ll still be restricted to certain areas I’ve mapped out for you.”
While he sipped his coffee, she wiped away her tears, still feeling the ghostly stinging memory of the collar’s punishment in her fingers and toes and lips. “What about if I get hungry while you’re gone?”
“I’ll leave some food out for you.”
She sat on the carpet and gathered her wits. “Is that it?”
He clicked the mouse. “No. I’m taking away your me-me-me’s again. You should get used to that pretty quick by now I think. I’m also,” he clicked the mouse again, “taking care of that naughty tongue of yours. I would be careful what I would say if I were you.”
She sighed, let out a tiny giggle. “You never did like it when I–”
She managed a weepy “no” before the collar zapped her again."