They Tied Me Up in Their Living Room and I Became the Master
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.
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.
Rodrigo hung from the Pillar of the Condemned when Catalina crossed the threshold. Guard Nora already had her hand on her dagger. There were rules no one broke in that castle.
They promised me a transformation. What I found was a hell of submission, punishment, and humiliation where my body stopped being mine.
They arrested me at four in the morning and I thought everything was lost. I had no idea what my lawyer would do when she came into that cell alone with me.
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.
Hanging on tiptoe with his neck bitten by metal teeth, the captive awaited death when the healer found the gap between the order and mercy.
When Saya opened her eyes in the dark, the first thing she felt was the cold steel on her wrists and Nadia’s breath inches from her face.
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.
I woke up tied in a room full of chains and cameras. What she didn’t know was that I had learned to fake a faint better than it looked.