Punishment

When I opened my eyes it was already too late. Two bodies were pinning me to the mattress, and the cold steel on my wrists told me that night had changed everything.

When my stepmother locked the bedroom door and started unbuttoning her blouse, I knew that punishment wouldn’t be like any sermon before it.

When Beatriz locked the office door, neither man yet understood that the meeting had become something else.

Nine months of failed independence sent her back to her father’s house, to Carmen’s rules and Marcos’s gaze, which from day one made her feel things she shouldn’t.

What happened in that room was confidential. Nerea saw everything through the keyhole, her hand braced against the wall and her breath caught.

I was on my knees in the dog run, handcuffed and unable to move, while they laughed and their dogs circled closer and closer.

When the blonde warrior sat on his back, he stopped being a man: he was the living stool where a goddess breakfasted with the queen.

When Marta told me she’d found the four perfect women for my punishment, I knew there was no turning back. That same afternoon I signed the contract without reading half of it.

Under the golden light of the estate, she smiled while counting the money. She had no idea the next black leather collar was meant for her own neck.

She called from the bathroom with the tap running so no one would hear her. She heard “domination,” “submission,” “a year with no way out.” And she signed anyway.

I’d rejected him a hundred times, called him the ugly duckling in front of everyone. When I opened my eyes, my wrists were hanging from a bar and he had a whip.

I crossed the ocean with my two possessions to make Venice their cage. Beneath their brocade dresses, two motors vibrated to the rhythm of my thumb.

Camila was already on the bed when I walked in. She looked at me with that smile of someone who knows something you still don’t, and then the Master closed the door behind us.

We arrived at the meeting ready to hear reproaches. No one warned us that that afternoon we’d be the ones doing the teaching.

I saw the videos: women strapped to machines, electric shocks, lashes while they ran. And still I dialed the number. My will was spent.

Selena had spent months molding them into perfect pets. What she didn’t expect was for the buyer to arrive with a third collar under his arm.

When the blonde’s heels echoed down the corridor and the chain pulled at his collar, Adrián knew he was about to learn what it meant to be property.

When I faked the fainting spell, they knew they had me. But it was exactly then that the balance of power changed hands and the hook began looking for another body.

When the air returned to my lungs and he turned on the red camera, I knew that night of domination had only just begun and I could no longer go back.

When the Master told her they were going out that day, something in Luna’s chest tightened. Not from fear, but from the anticipation only she knew.