~ SIENNA ~
The air hit me first — thick with the smell of leather and something metallic.
There were no windows, creating an illusion of nighttime even though it was early afternoon. I found the light switch on the left wall, two scones flooding the space with a deep red light when I flipped it on.
I could feel Gavin’s eyes boring into my back as I walked further in. My brain begged me to turn back but my heart forced my feet forward, even though it was beating faster than a turbine at full throttle.
I looked from the chains dangling from hooks in the ceiling to the shelves along one wall sampling whips — some thin and braided, others broad like belts, each promising a different kind of pain. Cuffs lined another section, also in variety.
There were ropes hung from hooks, coiled in
