Mistress-Dianna

  The next time he wakes up he feels much better. He opens his eyes afraid of what he will find. The room is a stark white, the walls, ceiling, even the sheets covering him. His still tired mind takes a moment to realize that he isn’t tied down anymore and that he is on a bed not a table; he moved to sit up but his attention is drawn by a voice. “Good to see you up sunshine I was beginning to worry.” The face that enters his field of vision is the same one he vaguely remembers. “I’m Andrew, but if the guards ask I’m 1012.” Andrew, now that he sees him clearer, is probably late twenties or early thirti