Chapter Seven
I was going to be branded, and the days crept along to the end of my trial period and that fateful moment. The closer it got, the more I wished that the court hadn’t given me a way out of my contract. Not that I wanted to change my mind, as they hoped, because I know I wouldn’t. It was just more stressful to have to make the decision one more time, after I’d already made it a dozen times since I first decided to meet Sergei. So far, being a s*x slave, there was little different in my life. Sergei called me once, and I spent the night with him while he and his friends played dice to see who’d screw me. Every time a man won, I was taken into a bedroom and f****d. Nothing pretty, though I did like being used as a prize. One man winning twice couldn’t get it up the second time.
