Room 507 and the Two Strangers Who Subjugated Me
I opened the door expecting one man. There were two—and they brought a backpack with everything they needed to turn me into their toy for hours.
I opened the door expecting one man. There were two—and they brought a backpack with everything they needed to turn me into their toy for hours.
The first time I saw him, I knew he was a mistake. A mistake I spent three years avoiding, until the night he knocked on my door at two in the morning.
I’d spent the whole week rehearsing how to tell him what I needed that night. When he walked through the apartment door, I knew words would no longer be necessary.
Mateo had told me about that estate weeks earlier, but nothing he said could prepare me for what Rodrigo and Esteban would do to me once we crossed the gate.
She had negotiated the terms by voice messages. The moment she crossed the house’s threshold, she knew the negotiation was over forever.
I’d always liked men. Or so I thought—until the night my friend looked at me differently, and something inside me answered before I could choose.