Turning away from his moral dilemma, Luke realized he had to get the dog out of the house- it had been inside for far too long and would need to piss, and he didn’t want it on him. He stood up on shaky legs, and to his surprise the dog let him, perhaps now sated by its climax. Slowly making his way into the next room, Luke opened the back door to the house. He let out a whistle as he pulled open the sliding glass door, and then a grey streak bolted past him. As the dog squatted in the grass, Luke slammed the door shut and saw his reflection in glass. For the first time since he came on the floor, he realized he was naked.
“But who gives a fuck.” He thought “Its not like there’s anyone here to see it.”
In the shadowy recesses of the vaulted ceilings, amid the chains and hooks, a light blinked in response.