An uncanny pause.
“Severin, I warn you for the last time,” began Wanda.
“If you love me, be cruel towards me,” I pleaded with upraised eyes.
“If I love you,” repeated Wanda. “Very well!” She stepped back and looked at me with a sombre smile. “Be then my slave, and know what it means to be delivered into the hands of a woman.” And at the same moment she gave me a kick.
“How do you like that, slave?”
Then she flourished the whip.
“Get up!”
I was about to rise.
“Not that way,” she commanded, “on your knees.”
I obeyed, and she began to apply the lash.