She was never supposed to feel anything.

That had been the rule.

Be quiet. Be obedient. Be available. But don’t feel.

And for a while, it worked.

Sasha showed up when she was summoned. Bent when they told her to. Took them one by one — or all at once — whenever they wanted.

She wore what they told her to wear. She came when they allowed. She swallowed their pleasure and said thank you.

And she loved it.

Every. Dark. Wicked. Second.

Until she started needing them ...