Chapter 92 The Only Thing
- Ileana strode into the living room as if she owned the place. Kate followed her, feeling a little like a pet dog trotting after its master.
- “So, have you seen his dungeon yet?” Ileana asked casually. “It’s much more elaborate than mine.”
- Kate remembered the harsh feel of Ileana’s dungeon, with chains hanging from a cold brick wall and a selection of whips and floggers displayed on a wooden table.