This Sir business... I have a feeling it's not out of total submission yet. It feels as if Jen is clinging to the rules of the submission game just because it helps her even now, with everything gone wrong, to make sense of the situation. It's what she knows. It's what she thinks this is about.
If she knew she would die... would she not call her butcher pig by his real name, Tony-Ray? Instead of "Mr. Foot"?
If you met death, your own personal death, like you would meet a passers-by on the sidewalk, or be introduced to a stranger at a party... what would be your death's name?
TR's eyes in the last panel - mad and empty and rolling in their sockets. He looks like a demon dragged into the light. I don't think he approves of us watching. Also, his questions- "How did you know about me - and WHY DID YOU STAY (despite knowing)?" If she answers sensibly, truthfully, she might yet live. Let's hope she's not so shallow that she herself doesn't know her motivations. Or hope for her orgasmic offing instead, if that's more appropriately devastating than a little soul-baring.
_________________ A lone figure sits still by a pool - he's been stamped human bacon by some butchering tool - he is you...
Social Security took care of this lad - we watch in reverence - as Narcissus is turned to a flower
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