I OWN EVERY INCH OF HIS RUIN. Orlando Floyd was a man of intellect and arrogance. Now, he is my property. I purchased his debts and his downfall, trading his prison cell for a life of absolute servitude. He signed the contract with a shaking hand, unaware that he was signing away his very identity. The professor is gone. My new maid has arrived. I stripped him of his name and his pride. I forced his body into silk, lace, and the agonizing grip of a corset. He learns to keep his eyes on the floor and his lips shut. Every click of my heels on the marble floor reminds him of his place. I am breaking the man to find the servant hidden beneath the ego. He trembles when I touch his collar, caught between the shame of his transformation and the dark heat of his surrender. His past is a ghost I intend to exorcise. I will watch him burn his life’s work to prove his loyalty. He will serve tea to his enemies in a French maid’s uniform and thank me for the privilege. There is no room for Orlando in my house. There is only Orla, the feminized pet who finds peace in the weight of my chains. He will wear my permanent collar until he forgets he ever had a choice.