KITANA

KITANA'S POV

I walked slowly to the room where the tattooed Alpha was waiting, clutching the BDSM tools in my right hand – the tools as my madame usually called them.

The tattooed Alpha hadn't even paid for the "service" I was about to render with my body. According to my madame, it was meant to ensure that he avoided the bar any trouble, "if we make him happy."

It was all nonsense, and I couldn't help but wonder if life could get any worse for me.

Tears escaped my eyes as I moved through these thoughts, walking slowly to the door on my left. Finally, I stood in front of it, holding a BDSM wipe, a strap-on, and lingerie in my left hand.

"Come in... You don't need to be shy, pretty slut," he called out.

"Pretty slut? Urghh!" I almost vomited at the bitter compliment. It seemed he already knew I was standing by the door. I felt powerless against him, and it seemed I had no choice but to submit to this cruel fate of mine.

I opened the door with the rusty doorknob, revealing him lying on