She belonged to Elena, and she belonged in a tight straightjacket, all bound up for her mistress to tease and torture. Seeing herself naked, seeing herself unbound, it felt wrong. Her skin was paler than the last time she remembered seeing it, before she became a slave. She would have liked to experience the thrill of being strapped tight in the back with her straightjacket. They had given her a sedative after they had strapped her into the back of the police van, and they must have taken her clothes when she was unconscious. She looked down to examine her naked body. Elena was the most powerful gang leader in the city, and when police would come to arrest her, it would often end up worse for them than it did for her. It must have been for a crime so big, that it could not be ignored by them. The police had busted in, waving their guns around. She had been with Elena, in her own personal cell behind her mistress’s office. She could remember parts of what happened, but not too much. Having been sedated only minutes before, she could hardly remember why she was here. The walls were all painted white, and she couldn’t tell where the door was, or even if the room had any doors. There was only a desk in front of her, another chair beyond that, and to her right, a table. The room she found herself in did not have much furniture. Liz awoke to find herself sitting in a chair, stripped naked.
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