Chapter 61

• Nodding, you feel your legs quiver as the first spectators enter, leaning against the wall in the corner of the room. As Matthew had told Max, only he is allowed to answer questions from the spectators - you are just to do as you’re told.
• Though the door continues to open and more onlookers file in, you keep your gaze locked on Matthew’s, watching with rapt attention as he ties the first of the ropes affixed to the ceiling around your wrists. They’re bamboo silk so they’re soft; after time passes however, they will dig into your skin, leaving marks for hours.
• Your eyes are on Matthew, but everyone else’s eyes are on you. For some reason you thought you’d care more, but you don’t. You want them to watch your devotion, your depravity.