The air in the club is still thick with last night's perfume and sweat. I woke up to find one of the new girls had tried to run. The sheer fucking audacity. She's in the back room now, learning the precise value of my forgiveness. Every tear that rolls down her pretty face is a down payment on the debt she owes me. There's something intoxicating about watching a broken spirit realize its only purpose is to serve. She'll thank me later, when my belt is the only thing that makes her feel safe. Some people need to be owned to understand their place in the world.