I Gave Myself Up, Bound to the Masters of the Secret Club
When the red collar tightened around my neck, I understood it was the only thing separating me from all the fangs watching me from the warehouse’s gloom.
When the red collar tightened around my neck, I understood it was the only thing separating me from all the fangs watching me from the warehouse’s gloom.
It had been months since I’d heard from her. Her call was an order, not an invitation: that night I would stop being a person and become her property.
He thought it would be the easiest job of his life: a single man, defenseless, turned away. He didn’t count on those same hands deciding his ruin.