After a few moments my sight clears but all I see is black. xnx ‘I don’t want to be a slave.’
‘Yet slave you are,’ her voice caresses my thoughts. More like concrete. Place your hands in the depressions.’
I see on top of each column there is a sunken in place in the shape of a human hand. ‘Now, now. My thoughts float up from the depths of my consciousness one at a time as I observe my situation in what seems like slow motion. ‘What kind of service?’ I really don’t want to know the answer. They are octagonal in shape and about the size of a large dinner plate. I recognize this as Tahlana’s invitation to ask a question. Then I hear hissing, like water being thrown on a campfire. Tahlana has clamped down on my thoughts, so I’m only free to experience the sensations
