The Afternoon I Spent in My Brother’s New Apartment
Bruno was waiting at the door with a bouquet of roses and a smile that was not a brother’s. The apartment still smelled like paint, and we had the whole afternoon to break it in.
Bruno was waiting at the door with a bouquet of roses and a smile that was not a brother’s. The apartment still smelled like paint, and we had the whole afternoon to break it in.
I lost 22 kilos. My body bears scars I never saw coming. And every week I lie to my family with a forced smile on the screen.
When I hung up the phone that night, I swore I’d never obey such a filthy order. By 7:55 a.m., I was already squatting there, waiting for him.
Nineteen years old, a 100-degree afternoon, and my aunt by marriage mopping my room in tight jeans. That afternoon I couldn’t hold back anymore.
We’d been hiding our affair for years behind fake relationships, until the girl who was my cover told me she loved me and everything went sideways.
I caught her naked in bed, with two fingers buried in her cunt. What I didn’t expect was for my own mother to show up and join the game without asking.
When we got off the plane we had a check and a secret. The check paid the debts; the secret, though, can’t be erased, not even with the tattoo covered.
When Arturo asked me to turn around, I understood what he wanted. The most disturbing thing was realizing I couldn’t say no either.
She trained two slaves for months until they broke. When the buyer arrived, she had no idea the collar fit her neck perfectly.
I was tied to the table when he knelt in front of me. It wasn’t the first time I’d asked for something like that, but three men was a different level.
I woke with my hands tied in a dark room. I didn’t know how I got there. I did know I was investigating the wrong people.
They presented her to the house like one more of them, but when the Master’s bedroom door closed behind her, Elena knew nothing had prepared her for this.
I had accepted his dominance games before. But what he asked me that night on the phone was unlike anything before. And still, I didn’t hang up.
When he opened his eyes, he was pinned motionless to a cold table. Five women in white aprons surrounded him, and the leader held something that gleamed.