Annalise
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I stepped into the room, and my breath tangled in my lungs. The soft light from the lamp spilled across the wall and fell over the equipment on the bed. Leather straps, whips, various shapes and sizes of dildos, vibrators, anal plugs, and some tools I couldn’t name.
My body reacted before my mind could catch up, my heart picking up, pounding in my chest.
The lady lay there in the bed, naked, blindfolded, every curve of her body highlighted by the soft red lights.
My legs felt like I should move, yet I remained, fixed in one place. Like anticipation had glued me to the floor.
Mr. Raphael came behind me, his breath falling over my ears. “Are you scared?” His voice was firm, dark, making the hair on my skin raise.
“You can turn back now,” he said.
But I really couldn’t.
