Three days had passed since initiation night, and I was still sore in places I didn’t know could ache. My body carried their marks like a secret map: faint belt stripes across my ass, finger-shaped bruises on my hips, a permanent flush on my breasts from constant attention. The aphrodisiac Lucian injected had worn off, but the need it awakened hadn’t. I woke up wet every morning, dreaming of hands and c***s and filthy praise.
I clung to the mission like a lifeline.
I was Eden Vale, journalist. Not their pet. Not yet.
The compound was a fortress of glass and steel high above the city, sprawling over three floors with offices, bedrooms, gyms, and that terrifying playroom. They gave me the run of it during the day as long as I stayed naked except for the collar and a thin gold chain around
