Chapter Nine
A Strange Music
Merferi may have been inspired on how to get rid of me, but I remained a prisoner in the dungeon a long, long time.
But not in isolation. Oh, no, far from it. Instead of the one f**k every ten days in my old silk-lined room, I received a never-ending parade of people ready to spend some quality time with me. I say people, and not just men, because a significant minority were women. Women who were present at Targon’s little unveiling of me but who hadn’t entered the chase. They took their time with me; their hands never got tired, their strap-ons never went limp. Unlike the crass and hurried men, they twisted my n*****s and left stripes on almost every inch of my skin, but no one, man or woman, received the privilege of my mouth.
Not that I had any choice ab
