IZABELLA
I tapped my finger against the surface of my desk, legs tucked under me and eyes trained on my closed laptop.
After drumming up the courage, I finally reached for it and lifted the screen, before opening a search engine and once again staring at the loading screen. I reached for my cup of tea and took a long sip.
It was 11 at night, and I was feeling very adventurous—or maybe foolish. Either way, there was no backing down now.
I inhaled deeply and typed ‘b**m’ into the search engine. Then squinted, paying close attention as the results popped up.
My lips parted and I leaned forward, eyes ghosting over what I was seeing.
I clicked on an image of a woman’s hands bound in black leather. She was naked, spread on a bed, with a red ball strapped in her mouth.
A gag.
Sitti
