MELANIE
I try all the handles of doors one by one down the corridor.
Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked again.
It’s just like Val said.
But I’m going crazy.
Which is insane, because I’ve never considered myself as someone with a s****l appetite at all.
I had gone so long without it. Yet, one night with them awakened primal desires I had worked hard to bury for six f*****g years.
Every single door refuses me until my fingers close around the last one and it gives with a soft, reluctant creak.
A wave of relief floods my chest—if only it’ll somehow extend to my raging cunt.
I step into the pitch black room.
The only light comes from a dim red bulb somewhere deeper inside, glowing behind a sheer, transparent curtain that hangs like a veil.
My pulse kicks hard against my throat
