Chapter 6

#Chapter 6

I immediately replied, "I've missed you. I think about you every day."

"Then can I visit your place this Saturday? I have the day off and can spend the whole day with you."

My heart leaped with joy when I read this.

With Ethan away, I wouldn't have to worry about being discovered. I agreed without hesitation.

"Of course. Here's my address."

Parker sent back an OK emoji. Then he added, "Remember to wear those sheer stockings I love, sis."

"Okay."

After our conversation, I felt a thrill of anticipation. I couldn't wait for Saturday to arrive.

Unexpectedly, Wendy called me again on Wednesday.

"Hey babe, want to try some role-play? You're worried about being recognized, right? Everyone wears masks here. And the games are way more intense."

More intense?

The Luxe Club experience had already left me addicted. How could there be something even wilder?

And with masks...

I agreed without a second thought.

"Come quickly then. I've sent you the address. Make sure to dress up."

I immediately did my makeup and took a cab to the venue she mentioned.

But when I entered the private room, I was taken aback. The men there were all middle-aged with bulging bellies.

Wendy was sandwiched between two men, allowing them to grope her freely.

She pulled me over as soon as she saw me. "This is my best friend Chloe. Like what you see?"

The man's eyes glazed over when he saw me. He licked his lips and grinned. "Not bad. Even prettier than you."

"Of course. Her body's way hotter too."

Wendy laughed. "But it's her first time trying this. You'll have to be gentle with her."

The man nodded eagerly. "Don't worry, I know how to handle beginners. Ready to come with me?"

Come with him?

I thought this was role-play?

Their conversation confused me. But when I followed them upstairs, everything became clear.

This wasn't role-play. It was a fetish dungeon.

The room was filled with all kinds of equipment. Some items had scattered barbs that looked terrifying.

I'd heard these fetishes often involved drawing blood. Was that what he wanted...

"Can I leave? I'm scared..." I looked at Wendy pleadingly.

"What's there to be afraid of? Haven't you played kidnap fantasy before? Our role is kidnapped girls who have to seduce our captor to free us."

"Trust me, this is way more fun than regular play."

Wendy winked at me. She took a uniform from the wardrobe, clearly familiar with the setup.

"Let me help you change."

Without waiting for my response, she began undressing me.

She put me in a skimpy outfit that barely covered anything.

Her own outfit was even more revealing than mine.

"Be gentle with us, big brother."

Her words made me hesitate. The man grinned and approached me.

He produced a chain-linked BDSM collar and fastened it around my neck. Then he pulled out a long paddle.

I'd only seen such things in videos. I'd never tried them myself.

Watching Wendy actively arching to meet his strikes, she seemed to be enjoying it.

But I was sensitive to pain. I couldn't take more than a few hits.

"Stop! It hurts too much."

The man probably thought I was acting. He didn't stop. Instead, he intensified.

He only paused when I curled up on the floor sobbing. Then he pounced on me.

He tortured me with those tools for a full hour before finally getting up.

As he left, he tossed a bank card from his wallet.

"There's seven thousand in there. For both of you. No password needed."

He walked out without looking back.

The card landed near the door. Wendy scrambled to grab it, not bothering to fix her disheveled clothes.

After a moment's hesitation, she said, "I'll transfer twenty-eight hundred to you later. Another fourteen hundred goes to the owner here."

I stared at her in disbelief.

"Why did he pay us this time? Are you hiding something from me?"

This experience had been utterly terrible. And wasn't this basically prostitution...