Chapter 6. The Smell of Substances and Body

‘What the fuck?’ She said in her head. This isn’t what she had in mind when he texted about a party. She walked in, and the booth was bigger than it gave out.

It was like a hall, bigger than usual.

Music played in full blast, different from the one playing downstairs. Three beds were on each side of the room, with girls tied in different positions, each had a man ramming inside her. Their mouth were gagged and some had their eyes covered.

Calla swallowed hard, moving her feet deeper into the room.

‘What is this place? Are these girls sex slaves?’ Different thoughts ran through her head.

“Don’t worry,” someone spoke so closely to her ear. Calla jumped and turned around. “They all gave their consent to do this.”

It was him. Rico De Romano.

He looked… hotter than the time she last saw him, which was a month ago.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” she commented, her head high and shoulders straight, as usual.

Rico moved closer, his hands in his