THIRD PERSON POV
Victor’s gaze lingered on her, sharp and unreadable, before he finally stepped back. “You’ve passed the preliminaries. Now for the real test.”
He opened the door and gestured. “Walk.”
Ava’s heart hammered in her chest. She moved, naked, the floor cold under her bare feet. Every step carried her deeper into something she couldn’t turn away from now.
He led her down a narrow hallway until they stopped at a steel door. Victor pressed a code into the keypad, and the lock clicked. The heavy door swung open.
Her breath caught.
The room was stark, lit by fluorescent lights. Along the wall stood a line of men—six, maybe seven—each stripped from the waist down, stroking their c***s slowly, deliberately. They were lined up shoulder to shoulder like inmates waiting for rations,
