Keely stepped close to the edge of the table and reached under Sybil’s head to unzip the hood, drawing it off her head carefully. Sybil’s face was flushed and damp with a mix of sweat, spit and no small amount of tears. Keely glanced up at her Master and over to her sister before looking back down at the bound woman, shaking her head slowly. If only she had just listened and accepted Master's will, she thought. She shouldn't have tested him like this.

Sybil’s eyes were closed, her jaw stretched around the gag, a low groan coming around it. She made no resistance as Keely wiped her face, cleaning her up, then looked up at Master.

“Remove the gag,” he said. “Let’s see what she has to say for herself.”