"Are you kidding me, Karl? Please don't tell me you're actually considering punishing me by locking me up in that creepy red room again?" I asked in a trembling voice, unable to stop the violent shudder that ripped through me at the mere thought of being imprisoned in that bizarre torture space once more.
The memories of the last time he had subjected me to that still haunted my nightmares - being stripped bare and restrained, helpless and at his mercy as he used me as his personal plaything for hours on end.
The countless inventive ways he had found to tease, torment and overwhelm my senses with exquisite and unbearable sensations of pleasure and pain until I was a sobbing, delirious wreck.
I had been certain he was going to break me that night.
The dark, hungry look in Karl's eyes
