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Sam spoke. “Would the jury please present their verdict.”

Evelyn sat smugly in the witness box, sure of what the verdict would be. She sipped at the water glass which Sam had kept refilled for her during her long interview. She glanced at the glass for a moment, unsure of whether the odd taste was the water or the excitement of the moment. The various members of the jury passed small tablets to one of the jurywomen who stood and stepped forward to stand in front of Evelyn.

“Evelyn Fitzpatrick, we of the jury find that you do, indeed, deserve to be a permanent part of SaM’s Place.”

Evelyn smiled, or at least she tried to; her face would not form the smile.

The jurywoman continued, “As you have so clearly shown by your own statements, all of your attempts to dominate others have been made possible by your daddy’s money, and not by any inner strength of your own. Also, although you have crushed many people, you have never broken any of them to serve and obey you. No one has ever looked you in the eye and proclaimed, ‘I submit’ or ‘I am your slave forever.'”

Evelyn suddenly became worried and tried to look over at Sam, but found that she could no longer turn her head.

“We have therefore concluded that you are just a sadistic, power-hungry, bitch who through money, drugs and influence has been able to hide the fact that she is by nature merely the lowliest of slaves.”

Evelyn tried to take a sip of water to wet her suddenly dry mouth, but her hands would not move.

“Actually we knew this long before you ever began to speak.” With that, the jurywoman took off her mask.