Chapter Two: Suspension

By the fifth dawn, Mira no longer remembered the word exposé.

She woke in a small chamber of white linen and sunlight, her tender body and skin looked marked with faint rope lines from the night before.

Between her thighs she was swollen and slick, the memory of countless mouths and cocks still pulsing inside her. When a robed woman entered with a tray of fresh figs and honey, Mira knelt without being asked and opened her mouth like an obedient pet.

She was ...