The room was bathed in dim light, soft as a whispered promise. Heavy crimson velvet curtains filtered the last rays of daylight, letting in only a golden glow—like the sun’s final sigh.
You wait. On your knees. Naked, except for the black collar fastened around your neck.
You have no memory of how you got here. Paralyzed by fear, you don’t dare move.
A sharp click of her heels on the hardwood floor breaks the silence.
She appears in the doorway, a silhouette carved in a tailored black suit, legs endless and wrapped in fishnet stockings, her commanding gaze accentuated by a precise stroke of kohl.
Her smile is slow, deliberate. Predatory.
"Well… what do we have here? Who are you, and what exactly do you think you're doing here?" You recognize your neighbor who moved in the day before but whom you haven't had a chance to meet yet.