Kane entered the dark room warily. He wasn’t sure what to expect, he’d never done this before, but oh, how he’d wanted to…
He’d called her on the phone the night before, and he fantasized that she may have touched herself when he’d declared his undying love for her. Now, they were set to engage in the darkest, most depraved of joys and show their true selves. And his skin shivered just at the thought of her. Of course, she may not even let him—
CRACK !
Kane fell to his knees after the sharp pain of the whip on his back.
“What are you here for, you disgusting pile of filth?”
“I’m lost without you.”
CRACK !
The whip cracked across his back again, and he began to sob,
“Are you afraid of being alone?...I am, I’m lost without you.”
“Yeah, right, pretend all you want, boy, you can cry to your heart’s own beat.”