Chapter Twenty-Two
“I’m having a party tonight. It’ll be a good opportunity to break you in properly, myself.” Those had been the NightMaire’s exact words.
Her idea of a party was similar to Cassie’s in that it involved significant amounts of drink, drugs and s*x. It was similar, too, in that Cassie didn’t necessarily know who f****d her or get much say in which hole they used. Where it differed was in the level of brutality and sadistic invention, and in the fact that as a s*x slave she got the s*x, but not any of the drink or drugs.
The “breaking in” part hadn’t happened yet. Not in any serious way. Cassie had been thrust under a shower, if that word could really describe the trickle of lukewarm water from an overhead pipe in the courtyard. It certainly didn’t compare with the time sh
