MARGARET
Arnold hands me a goblet of deep red wine, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Drink this, Margaret. It'll give you the energy you need for what's to come."
I take the goblet, the liquid sloshing as I bring it to my lips. The wine is sweet and strong, with a hint of something spicy that I can't quite place. As I swallow, I feel an intense heat spread through my body, starting from my core and radiating outwards. My breath hitches, and I look at Arnold, my eyes wide with surprise and newfound lust.
"What... what was that?" I ask, my voice hoarse with desire.
Arnold smiles, a slow, wicked grin that sends shivers down my spine. "Just a little something to enhance your experience. You'll see."
I look around the room, my eyes landing on the 11 men standing in a line, their black
