The unsuccessful endeavor had fate casting her into my arms. Slave Vicolette had attempted taking her own life once. For the slaves who were trapped inside, it was a nightmare so horrendous that most found ways to kill themselves to escape the torment within. For those looking for pleasure evoked from pain and death, the place was what dreams were made of. The subterranean fortress was like stepping into heaven and hell. I had also been born to carry the vilest secret that existed amongst the wealthy and sadistic-Whitlock. Power, money, and status in society … I’d been born with the world served to me on a silver platter. It took falling in love with a slave for me to open my eyes to what I’d been blinded to for so long. For to know fear in its purest form was to live, and life was the greatest gift we were bestowed. The actions and trials of both are not without consequence. But where there is a perpetrator, there is a victim. To push the limits of what they’re capable of-to have their character revealed when there are no restraints to restrict the desires within-that is what defines who they are. Only in the darkest recesses of one’s mind will they ever find true freedom.
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