Chapter Two
I enter the platform. My legs shake, but not because I'm afraid. My knees go weak because of the intense excitement of being selected, the fire of want piercing through my veins. The smell of s*x fills the air, and the leather-bound floor feels warm under my bare feet.
Seated in the high-backed chair of authority, the masked man waits in the middle of the room. Like a countdown to my unravelling, his gloved fingers tap the armrest slowly and deliberately.
"You," he repeats in a quiet, authoritative voice.
"Kneel down.”
I fell to my knees. Not because it's required of me. since I'd like to. since I must.
Sipping champagne and leaning in with hungry eyes, the audience observes from the shadows. Across from me, a couple is already engrossed in their own beat. From anoth
