Slave Time Clock

The slave punches into the time clock camera first. The lens stares, red light steady, as she stands naked before the armory. Ten-thirty hits and she’s early—she earns a white ball for every five minutes gained. Late by the same stretch and a black ball hits the jar instead. The balls pile up, month after month, until the count decides the rest. Members watch the feed, watch her shake, and cast the vote: more cane, heavier cuffs, a ring gag that stays in all night. She waits. The camera waits. The jar fills.