Chapter 19

 Even with the door as a barrier, there was no denying the screams of a woman in anguish that pierced the air. Dao-Ming stiffened in Shen’s embrace. Although his senses were dulled from his daily drug doses, hers were acute. She shuddered as she gently pushed her lover away and sat at the edge of the bed.

“A new shipment has arrived,” she said in a voice just above a whisper.

Shen struggled to focus. He was growing less and less aware of his surroundings with every dose of potion they forced him to drink. He felt as if he was living in a lucid dream where his sexual fantasies were becoming sexual nightmares. Sex was becoming so routine it held little value or appreciation for him now. It was becoming a revolting task instead of a sensual pleasure. It was just something that he did over and over and over again. It was as commonplace as breathing.

The fact that he was providing stud service for the purpose of increasing Wadim’s stock d