Yeah… a man had definitely designed this for easy access.

Gera led her to an ornate white and blue striped sofa near the bed that was wide enough to allow for things other than sitting. In fact the entire room was nothing more than a glorified sex dungeon.

I really hope this place has been sanitized. The thought of Darling’s uncle in here with other women he’d probably tortured turned her stomach.

But there was nothing she could do about it at present. While Gera might be older, Zarya had a distinct impression that Gera could take her in a fight. And if not, the older woman would definitely call for backup.

Either way, she didn’t want to chance it.

Zarya sat down slowly, then propped her foot on top of a pillow that Gera brought over to her. Gera adjusted the gown to give her some degree of modesty.

“Thank you, Gera. I’m sorry that I was so irritable earlier.”

The apology seemed to perplex her. “You’re welcome, Mistress. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

My freedom would be nice. But only Darling could do that.

Zarya looked around the room that really didn’t have anything other than sex toys and other items she didn’t want to think about. For that matter, there was a wall display of things she couldn’t identify. And here I thought I knew about sex. Apparently, there was a whole subculture she’d never even heard of.

“Is there any kind of entertainment here?”

Gera gestured to the entertainment armoire. “There are a number of sex programs designed to stimulate you.”

Of course, there was. “Not exactly what I was thinking. Anything else I can do?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

Great.

She just might die of boredom.

Gera brought over a light blanket and tucked it around her. One advantage to being virtually naked, Gera must have deduced she was cold in here. Not like she could hide that fact given her state of undress.

“Don’t fear, Mistress. You’ll have a full schedule starting tomorrow.”

Of new sex positions and other things Zarya really didn’t want to be schooled in by strangers.

“Looking forward to it.” She was proud of herself for keeping the sarcasm out of her voice.

Gera handed her a small white remote. “The button on the right is to summon me and the one on the left is for the kitchen staff should you become hungry. If you need anything at all, just call me.”

“Thank you.”

Gera curtsied, then left.

The remote in Zarya’s hand started buzzing so suddenly, that she jumped and dropped it. It took her a couple of seconds to fish it out from under the sofa and answer it.

“Hello?”

“Z? Is that really you?”

The sound of that unexpected voice brought tears to her eyes. “Sorchie?”

Sorche let out a screeching shriek. “Hey big sis! Oh I can’t believe you’re all right. I was so afraid you were dead.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she heard the one person in this universe who loved her as much as she loved them.