SILAS’S POV
Right above the Escape Club was my floor. It was secluded from all the ruckus down there. The music, the noise, the fights and all.
It was like a f*****g sanctuary, and yet it gave me so much pleasure to hear that tiny gasp slip from Imogen’s lips when I led her to my bedroom.
Or my dungeon as I would rather call it. The only similarity between the room and a bedroom was the presence of a bed. King sized bed to be precise, with white sheets all ready to be married.
The rest however was lined with toys… toys I liked to play with. I watched her walk towards the whips on the wall, tracing her fingers lightly over them. Her eyes were wide with awe and she glanced back at me.
“I figured you were into this, but not this deep,” she whispered.
My play thing couldn’t even say the
