491: IRON WILL

LUKE'S POV My sigh was a resignation, a bitter acceptance of my fate; my life was shattered into a million pieces like broken glass upon the floor. Slowly, reluctantly, I began to remove my clothes, each garment a layer of my pride and dignity shed, exposing the vulnerable flesh beneath. With each piece of clothing, I felt my resistance crumble, the reality of my powerlessness sinking in like a lead weight upon my chest. Harriet's gaze bore into me, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. Once finished, I gazed directly into her eyes. "There. You see me naked now. Do what you want to do." Harriet's eyes raked over my form, a predator assessing her prey, the sickly sweet scent of her satisfaction filling the air like perfumed poison. "Oh, don't worry, darling. She purred, her voice dripping with venom. "I will," she said. "But first, I think we need to make a little adjustment." She turned, her fingers brushing against a tray of instruments that sat on a table behind her. My ga