The silence was deafening. What should I say? How best can I explain the marks on my skin? A few days have passed since the gala, but the marks remained as a testimony of what transpired that fateful night.

My neck was still red from the tightness of the choker, and the CEO’s bite marks lingered around it, trailing down to my shoulders like a spreading rash.

I was grateful for the fact he couldn't see the marks from the whiplashes that wrapped around my body like stripes in a ...