Chapter Eight
“Punishment through pleasure”
I’m currently strapped to saint Andrews cross in the play room, slumped in my restraints, with my head hanging down. All of my clothes are off, and I’m feeling complete and utter embarrassment.
“Look at me” Viktor says gently. I don’t. I continue staring at the ground, praying for this nightmare to be over. Literally praying, yes. This is fornication. This is f****d up.
I don’t talk about my standing with religion apparent, because it’s very personal. But a strong part of me does believe that intimacy is left for either marriage or true love. So being strapped down, naked, for somebody I hate to do anything with, I’m praying for forgiveness for both whatever I did to deserve this, and for whatever I’m about to non-consensually partake in.
