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Chapter 52: The Red Room

Penulis: J. Marlow Reed
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-27 20:54:21

It isn't a utility closet. It’s a dungeon designed with the precision of a surgical suite. In the center sits a long, leather-bound bench, bolted to the floor with heavy steel brackets. At the end is a master bed.

I stand frozen in the doorway, my eyes sweeping around, as a cold shiver runs down my spine. My eyes adjust to the red lighting. Ropes are coiled on the walls like sleeping snakes. Chains hang from the ceiling, their links glinting wickedly.

And on the wall, arranged with the precisio
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