The month wore on. The bruises and welts faded again but were not replaced with new ones; the buyer found other ways to hurt her that wouldn't leave marks and breach the agreement. She learned what he liked and when, and gave it to him almost before he knew himself what he wanted. He didn't engage her in conversation as much as he did in the beginning, and they slipped into a comfortable silence when alone together. They went out for weekend nights and a few during the week, and Anna continued to be seen and not heard.
She slept alone in the cage every night. He eventually stopped locking it, and she would emerge early in the mornings in order to gently coax him awake just before his alarm went off.
Anna found, to her surprise, that she would miss the intense, all-consuming feelings that flowed around her as a result of the buyer's brutal treatment. As she curled up in the cage, unable to sleep, she tried to sort through her feelings and thoughts, with no success. She knew she missed Mark and needed to be home, that was clear. She also knew she reacted strongly to the buyer. He stirred her feelings, seemingly effortlessly. She didn't feel like she had a choice in what she did when he started to work with her. It felt more like being pulled along a river. Or over a waterfall.
On the morning of their last full day Anna made breakfast as usual. Her mind wandered while she cooked, but snapped back to focus when the buyer came in and sat down. It still startled her when he asked her to sit at the table.
"Beg pardon?" she asked, blinking.
"Get your tea and have a seat, pet." He leaned back in his chair and waited for her to obey. When she did, hands wrapped around the mug for warmth, he spoke again. "Are you looking forward to being returned tomorrow?"
"Yes, Master," Anna replied without hesitation. Her hands tightened around the mug of freshly prepared tea, the heat burning her palms, until she had to pull them away.
"Have you enjoyed anything about this month?"
Anna took a few moments to think, but couldn't answer. She looked down into her tea instead, pressing her hands to the mug again. This time she couldn't leave them on as long, and she pulled away again.
"Or, I could ask, do you feel you've changed at all?"
Anna flicked her eyes up to the buyer, conflict warring behind them. "Yes Master," she said again, a mirthless smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I think I have."
"How do you feel about that?"
The mere thought of the pain he inflicted made her body react, parallel sensations of fear and arousal. She felt her heart beat harder as she struggled to articulate her thoughts, then finally settled for "It's confusing."
"Confusing how?" He settled back in his chair, his gaze fixed on her. When she couldn't answer immediately, he asked "Have you ever been conditioned like this before?"
"No, Master." She drew a breath, as if to go on, then stopped.