A large wooden door that was arched in shape swung open, letting out a loud, eery creek as it moved inward toward the main hallway of the mansion. The butler stood just inside the entrance, dressed in proper servant clothing and holding a blank expression upon his aged face. SaraEllyn took a trembling step into the house, her short black heal clicking onto the tiled floor.
“Your Master has instructed you to remove all of your clothing. Place everything in the basket behind you. He will meet you in his den, the second door on the right down that hall.” He pointed to a darkened hallway that was only slightly illuminated by the candle lit sconces on the wall. “Once there, you are to place your face to the floor, ass up in the air, with your hands spreading your cheeks.”
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