Suddenly, the door was thrown open and Yewubdar rushed in. Carissa leapt to her feet. “So? He has taken the bait?” she asked. NATALYA Months had gone by since Natalya had found Dmitri’s depraved passion play on the dark net and, following the instructions from the crucified women, had submitted herself to the King in Yellow. Every morning now, she pushed the glass plug into her anus and spent the whole day secretly thrilled at the dull pain it caused her. Every evening she perched naked and open-legged on the edge of her single bed to thread a length of amber silk through the piercings she had made in her cunt lips, both to keep the holes from healing and to close herself in readiness should they come to collect her before morning. But, every night, she lay between big soft sheets with her arms and legs outspread and a hot tear welling in her eye, neglected and frustrated, until she found herself waking from dreams of Hastur to the dawn of another quiet, respectable working day. She had almost become perversely reconciled to her living hell when the long-awaited sign appeared on a hand-delivered envelope one Sunday morning. She pressed the sheet of typed instructions to her bosom in a rapture, on the edge of a sexual frenzy at the very thought of making the journey but forcing herself to remain calm and to follow her orders methodically. Later, she stood at Mirenburg Central waiting for the Alaniya train, holding a ticket for the second stop in the Armenian Quarter which she had bought with her credit card. She had made the same journey many times to spend the evening with her widowed cousin, although never with her cunt sewn closed and her arse plugged, and she marvelled at the omniscience of the King in Yellow. She found the empty carriage at the far end of the platform and went straight to the W.C. As ordered, she pulled off her jeans and sweater, tucked them into a canvas carrier-bag with her ticket, and changed into the cargo trousers and combat jacket that she had been hiding for months. She tucked her raven hair carefully under a woollen hat, put on a pair of black sunglasses, and reached behind the soap dispenser to find the ticket which her instructions had told her would be waiting. By this time, an electronic voice was announcing the first stop, just outside of the old city walls. She had barely enough time to check herself in the mirror before hurrying to disembark. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another woman entering the carriage with downcast eyes, heading towards blowjob the toilet. Presumably her task was to retrieve the clothes and ticket, but it was better to know no more than was strictly necessary. 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