Brown’s P.O.V.
The iron rod on the wall held the cuff at my wrist. I’d ordered it never to loosen pain. It didn't work unless it felt earned. In this room, there was no comfort, no mercy. Only control. Pain and pleasure.
I was naked, bare in anticipation.
Ottavio had left as soon as he brought the girls in. They stepped forward in silence, shadows wrapped in crimson light.
They stripped naked immediately they got into the room as well.
I called them by their coded names: Viper, Dove, and Ash. The trio moved like ghosts, trained to obey but never to forget. I’d chosen them for a reason each one bore the memory of what I’d taken from them. Their parents were gone because of me; their children lived because of me.
The arrangement kept balance: they gave pain and pleasure, and I gave the
