The Training of Harmony Rose, Day Three

Day three, and Harmony still thinks she’s running her own show. We hand her to the building janitor on the way in. Grimy hands. Cold tile. She drops, thanks him, and swallows. Then it’s straight into the Pit Room. She begs before we shove her head down the hatch, lock it, and cane her ass raw while she fights the dark. Up comes a girl who finally understands what fear tastes like. Clean her. Collar her. March her to Mr. Holmes. He takes her three holes in hard succession—ass, cunt, mouth—until she’s slack. Corner time after, knees on the floor, come still leaking. Later we line up every failure she made today and stripe her ass while she repeats them out loud. She thanks us for every stroke. Homework in hand, she’s dismissed. Final day tomorrow.