Chapter Forty-Three
Like most of the castle, this movie-theater-sized room has walls of red stone that look like they’re sweating blood. I guess if it were a king’s castle, this would be the throne room. To me, however, it looks like Christian Grey’s Red Room of Pain on major steroids—thanks to all the whips, canes, chains, and crosses with naked people attached to them.
Beautiful naked people.
Equally beautiful are the few men and women who are using the various implements on each other. Same goes for the vast majority who are on their knees, prayer style. Some are wearing skimpy clothes and some nothing at all. As one, their eyes turn to us, and that is when I see her.
That is, assuming that’s a woman. My eyes perceive a being of such beauty that the sight overloads my brain with bot
