Dressing
PD doesn’t bother to explain to Iona Grace why he is subjecting her to such torment. His guests will arrive soon, and she must be ready for them. If they wish to inflict pain, she must learn to endure it. If they desire her body, she must learn to satisfy their every whim. PD is determined to prepare her in the only way he knows how—by using her as thoroughly as his guests will. Iona’s heart races as she anticipates what’s to come. PD’s cold, unwavering demeanor offers no comfort, only a chilling reminder of her fate. He begins his relentless preparation, pushing her limits with every cruel touch, every whispered command. The sharp sting of his hand, the searing pain of his implements, all become a twisted symphony of agony and ecstasy. Each moment stretches into an eternity as she learns to submit, to surrender completely. Her body and mind are molded by his exacting standards, every protest silenced, every plea ignored. PD’s meticulous training is harsh but effective, shaping her into the perfect vessel for his guests’ desires. The night draws near, and Iona is left trembling, knowing she is ready to face whatever awaits her.