Chapter 207. Time Running Out

Proserpina

I must have been dr*gged again. Woozily, I opened my eyes.

Two women had materialised before me. They hauled me to my feet and made me move forward.

I felt myself being led, on unsteady feet, through a corridor. On either side of the richly carpeted aisle, were pictures again. But these were photographs, splashed in black and white. Not so explicit ones of men and women in various poses, making love. If such hideous acts could be called making love, I thought caustically, closing my eyes momentarily to look away from the scenes of blatant BDSM that made my stomach churn.

I stumbled, and the women gripping my arms, guiding me along, exchanged ribald comments, snorting in laughter. I could not understand all the words, but the theme of their conversation was clear. I would also be forced to do these things…

I doubled over, sick and distraught. They forced me up, their pointed nails digging into my arm.

Lucien had been a f