Chapter Fourteen
Choose Me or Die
Another night came, and once again I was chained down, face up on an upward arching bondage bench, my hips and my manhood at the highest point of the arch. Helpless, vulnerable, a captive in a dark cell deep in the dismal basement. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. What hurt me the most was being imprisoned down here, while my dearest Rozalia was upstairs; a defenseless girl, a helpless victim of Mara’s violent cruelty, stripped naked for Vidov’s depraved lust. I wept with the vision of her bound and naked body imprisoned in the east tower, struggling in Vidov’s foul bed as he spurts his filthy c*m into her tender, delicate p***y. Or she’s chained to the wall, screaming as Mara whips her. And they both exult in the certainty that I was locked in a
