CHAPTER EIGHT
I am in some subterranean space: cellar, basement, underground cave; I’m not sure what name they call the dank space. From the moment he stripped me of my dress, snapped a leash onto the collar and hauled me down the dark stairs, my brain has been in an altered state. Everything is fuzzy, my mind a total blur. I have every right to worry about what will happen to me here and what I have apparently agreed to. But though my heart beats rapidly in fear, my loins are still hot and orgasmic. I think I could come for hours in this state of bliss.
I’ve been tied in the center of a huge room, where I’m surrounded by stone walls and the only light comes from a small basement window and a few bits of burning candle resting on tiny ledges in the walls. My wrists have been shackled and
