Chapter 106 Cramped Empty Cell

• The room was far from spacious; it hardly deserved the title of a "room" at all. It felt more like a cell, with its single bed, ropes dangling from a nail in the wall, and a complete absence of windows or chairs. It was a grim setting, a place where random men would bring women they had picked up from the bar, seeking to satisfy their carnal desires. Some men even brought two women at a time, believing that one would not be enough to quench their lust.
• As I stood there, still reeling from the adrenaline rush of what I had just done, my heart racing in my chest, I couldn't help but feel a sense of revulsion at the scene before me. Bodies entwined on the bed, limbs tangled in a desperate dance of physical pleasure, while the ropes hung ominously from the wall, their purpose chillingly clear.
• Before I could gather my thoughts and compose myself, she spoke, her words slicing through the tense silence like a knife. "On the bed, or would you prefer the floor?"