The darkness was oppressive, suffocating. Reby's eyes fluttered open, but she could see nothing. Her body was bound to a hard surface, arms and legs spread wide. Panic began to rise in her throat as she struggled against her restraints, but they held fast. What the f**k was going on?
"Reby, you f*****g w***e. I'm going to break you," a familiar voice purred from the shadows. Reby's blood ran cold. She knew that voice. Dove. Her ex-lover and former housemate. The cruel, sadistic model who had a taste for the twisted and depraved.
"Dove? What the hell are you doing? Let me go!" Reby demanded, her voice shaking slightly. She could hear Dove's laughter, low and menacing.
"Oh, Reby. Always so demanding. But you see, I know your little secret. I know you've been f*****g anyone and everyone to
