Ember stood in the center of the dark room wearing a matching black lacy bra and panty set. Her clothes were in a neat pile on a small table in the corner of them room, exactly as instructed. Her breaths were coming in short, fast, nervous whispers and she dared not make a sound other than that. The faint sound of a door opening and closing reached her ears and Ember fought the urge to turn around or cover herself. She re...