The Journalist’s Revenge Against His Torturers
I woke up tied up in a basement, naked and at the mercy of the woman I was investigating. I had no idea that in a few hours I’d be the one holding the whip.
I woke up tied up in a basement, naked and at the mercy of the woman I was investigating. I had no idea that in a few hours I’d be the one holding the whip.
His voice melted me before his hands even touched me. I never thought a stranger at a spa could make me feel so exposed and so free at once.
When I arrived at the apartment, I was expecting nothing but photos. I had no idea that two brothers were waiting in that room with a very different proposition.
When Elena opened the doors, the smell of burned flesh reached her before the sight. Two broken bodies, a filthy job, and a guard determined to stop it.
It all began the night I discovered that my mother had been sleeping with the man I was in love with for months.
She arrived with her backpack on her shoulder and shut herself in the bathroom. When she came out, her smile already promised the whole night would throw my life into chaos.
On the bed there was a black latex set and a pair of heels in my size. That night, Rodrigo wouldn’t explain anything. He’d only tie me up, and what came after would change everything.
Before the doorbell rang, I knelt in front of him in the kitchen. I wanted to open the door with his taste still on my lips and greet them with a knowing smile.
I woke up cuffed to the ceiling in a room full of whips and rings. Two women meant to break me. No one warned them I learn fast.
Thirteen kilometers on foot, thick socks, and closed sneakers. That night I was going to give him the gift I’d been preparing since I boarded the plane.
The message came the night before: “Tomorrow you’ll be my teacher. Bring a uniform.” I held the phone in my hand, unable to sleep.
I’d been going to the same boring gym for weeks when the owner showed up: mid-forties, defined arms, and a calm that’s more intimidating than any gesture.
Rodrigo crawled behind her heels through the castle halls, naked and with the collar biting his throat. That was the queen’s breakfast.
What began as a shared game became something neither of us had foreseen: a man who arrived as a guest and stayed with everything.
By the time Sebastián finished describing the process, I already had to invent an excuse to go to the bathroom. I never imagined that the next day I’d be the one asking for it.
Three months after the breakup, I downloaded an app. I had no idea that older man would give me the most intense night of my life.
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.
Her perfume was still following me when I opened the card in the taxi. An address in Recoleta. The door will be unlocked, she had told me.
I had been locked in the cage for three weeks when Valeria invited her friends to dinner. I was going to be the entertainment.
When I invited her to my apartment, I thought I’d be in control. Her gaze changed the moment I closed the door, and I knew I was wrong.