“W-wait, master… where are you going?” Carrie asked, her mind still in a daze. “Y-you can’t just leave me here! Please!” she cried out, crawling to her knees.
John Zingarelli just smiled a sinister smile as he stared back at her. “What’s that? Are you already trying to give me lip? I knew you were a smart ass, Carrie, but I didn’t think you were THAT dense… maybe you need a little reminder…” John Zingarelli said, his voice growing dark.
Carrie quickly leaned back on her haunches and bowed her head, her face flushing with shame. “N-no sir… I’ll be good, sir…” she said, even though she, inwardly, burned with shame. She couldn’t believe he was going to leave her here in the basement, all alone and naked! Anyone would be able to see her, and with her chained up like that, anyone could do whatever they wanted to her…
But she was afraid of what he would do to her if she disobeyed… he’d already beaten the ever loving crap out of her. Carrie’s skin still crawled, remembering the strap and the riding crop and the cane… she wasn’t eager to experience that again. A shiver went through Carrie’s body as she remembered the awful beating she’d endured just moments ago. John Zingarelli nodded his head, satisfied. “Good! You see, my dear, you’re my slave, and I can do whatever I want with you. If I want you chained up in my basement, I’ll do it! You don’t have any say in the matter, any more than a cow or a chair does. Good night…” John Zingarelli said, turning off the light and closing the door, leaving Carrie all alone.