Confinement

She had begged for months for a single word from him. On Tuesday his message arrived, and the proposal was so reckless that accepting it could cost her far more than her pride.

They had warned her there would be no mercy on the second day. What she didn’t know was how far the two ladies in the white room were willing to take her.

I knew it was dangerous to be alone with her in the boiler room, but when she tied my wrists to the wall and brushed my skin with her fangs, I didn’t want her to stop.

I arrived in a red top and black skirt, without underwear, knowing that once I crossed that door I would no longer belong to myself.

Surrounded by vampires in that old slaughterhouse, with the green collar choking my neck, I understood my body no longer belonged to me. I could only beg for a few more days.

The clause was clear: once inside, no pleading would stop what they had planned for her. And yet she signed, with her panties wet.

I stepped through the door and heard nothing. That silence meant only one thing: tonight my Mistress was in no mood for games, and I was going to pay for every minute of her bad temper.

I wanted him to understand that no title or promotion means anything when he’s naked on my tiles, waiting for me to decide what he’s worth.

He spat at the sorceress while two slaves held him down. She smiled, licked the contempt from his cheek, and vowed to make him her next masterpiece.

They threw him naked into the muck among beasts, and the masked overseer smiled: she knew exactly how long it would take before the baron knelt begging for a piece of meat.

I woke up bound, gagged, and blind, not knowing where I was or how much time had passed. I knew only one thing: the woman I had been no longer existed.

I drove to a lost cave to chain myself up for the whole weekend. What I didn’t account for was someone finding the keys before I did.

When the door opened again, Rubén understood the night before had only been the beginning of what those women meant to do to him.

The message arrived just before bed: an invitation for the next day at noon. I didn’t know how many of us there would be or what awaited me, but I had already said yes.

Three months clean, nine men under lock and key, and one goal: the night when they would all be mine, with no rules, no hurry, and no fear.

When I hung up the phone, my hands were shaking. A clinic of extreme discipline. A year locked away, no way out. And I had said yes.

When Saya opened her eyes in the darkness, the first thing she felt was the cold steel on her wrists and Nadia’s breath inches from her face.