Here she was again, blindfold over her eyes, hands behind her back, on her knees. She felt her chin get lifted with the end of a riding crop. 

“You look beautiful like this, Raina.”

Her mistress always used her stage name. She felt it would give more of a distance from reality. The same reason she wore the blindfold.

“Thank you, Mistress.” 

Raina didn’t know why she came back to her. Maybe it was the rush she got from being used. Maybe it was because she didn’t have to be innocent. 

She was just a slave to The Baddest Female.