I tried to imagine how it would feel but wasn't ready to do any experimentation with the geriatric crowd of older women that didn't have Rose's other ...emale assets. It seemed to me that the ideal stage for experimentation would be to convince Rose to show me what she had.Anyway, I was called into the head office and given an envelope with my pay and a special note to let me know my services were no longer required. I was shocked because everyone knew my department had the best record for. Because she loved it directly, her love was pure and uncompromised. And everything was good.Then, one morning, everything changed. Elizabeth’s side of the bed was cold; the skin was pale and clammy. And it didn’t move when Elsa shook her. Elsa wrapped her body around Elizabeth’s still, unmoving form, trying to coax the skin back to life. Soft kisses and gentle touches did nothing. The skin on Elizabeth’s face didn’t twitch back into a meaningful expression. Her chest didn’t rise and fall with. Her nipple distended into the tube. It was very red. It throbbed, the blood pulsating in it."One attached!" said Jamon with a sinful grin on his face. Her nipple must be a couple of inches long, trapped in the glass cylinder, a deep red. Master loved them this way.Bella wanted to slap him as she struggled in the harness. How dare he hurt her like this! She had expected this from the Master, but from one of his servants? She writhed on the table trying to shake the cylinder off but it was. ..“Jylainah.” Her name pierces the air from my lips, my heart starting to beat erratically within.My eyes capture an image behind her, subtly sitting in a vintage mirror with haunted, crimson eyes; dark blonde hair covering my forehead in thick, wavy tresses; skin tone a unusually natural shade of tan, compared to the average Caucasian male; and finally, I noted the way the green polo fit snugly against my chest, stained in dried bloody & tears of pitiful humans.“Why are you here?” Jylainah.