I waited with bated breath for my newest delivery. I was so excited that I paced nervously on the floor. Going back and forth between watching the blaring television and checking for updates on my tablet. I looked at the longingly at the lovely face on the television screen, the missing young woman Amy Park, an up and coming Korean American state senator who had died yesterday in a car crash. She was lauded as a hero for her work fighting human trafficking and would be sorely missed.
Except she wasn’t dead. Some powerful people whom she had crossed one too many times on the issue of human trafficking had arranged for her staged accident, and facilitated her delivery too me. My job as a dominatrix was to turn her into a worm girl, transforming her from a hero to an enslaved zero. She wasn’t dead, though she would probably wish she was when I was done with her.