Rosie
There's only one word I can use to describe this: torture. Maybe even s*******n.
Every scene playing out in front of me feels like it's been ripped from one of my dark romance books-the same ones I stash deep in my closet and read under the covers with trembling fingers. But never, not in a million fantasies, did I ever imagine I'd actually watch one play out live.
I've spent countless cold nights curled beneath my sheets, fingers moving slowly over my slick folds, imagining some fictional alpha male whispering filth in my ear. But this... this is different.
The woman on stage is now bent over, wrists strapped in place, and the man-God, he looks like a literal big bad wolf-starts whipping her ass with a belt. Her cries are a strange symphony: part whimper, part moan. And with eve
