The King in Yellow Chapter Twenty
ELENA’S ORDEAL Katya closed the door of the interrogation room behind her and walked right up to the bars separating her safe zone from where Dmitri sat in his iron manacles and strait-jacket. She unbelted her tunic dress and let it slide from her soft, tanned shoulders to kneel before him – nude but for her high-heeled boots and stockings – her hands clasped behind her and eyes meekly downcast. “You are naked for me” said Dmitri, “but still you have me brought here in chains”. “I am sorry” stammered Katya “It’s wrong, but it was – it is important for your escape that I come here as normal”. His voice became dark brown, warm and reassuring. “I know, and I am happy to pass the time this way. What question did you have for …