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Calm voice, sharp edge. I didn't answer. Explaining was pointless. He headed for the door. "Follow me." I trailed him, careful to keep space between us. He stopped at the guest bath, opened a hidden cabinet. "You left it here." The doors swung open and my face went hot. Past a couple bottles of skincare, the rest was... humiliating. Vibrators in every shade, whips, cuffs, lube, and a stack of graphic books—Conquest of Desire, The Ultimate Guide to Pleasure, 365 Sex Positions, The Hidden Arts of Intimacy.

My gaze shifted, and that was when I noticed a corner of something purple peeking out from under his pillow. I lifted it and found another notebook. Now, this looked like something he didn't want anyone seeing. Despite knowing that, I still pulled it free, a pack of cigratte sliding into view beside it. I ignored it and opened the notebook, my brows furrowing as I was met with drawings of faceless naked women. I closed it slowly and slid it back under his pillow, trying not to think too much of his rather odd hobby when his phone vibrated on the bedside table.

Kade calls from across the library. "Nothing in particular." But I reach for another romance, one with a black and gold spine and a more risque title. The sight of the cover lifts the hair on the back of my neck and causes heat to billow down my spine. "There are illegal books in here." "Illegal?" "Explicit sex…" I clarify. "Erotica."

At that moment, she was going over a book with her laptop switched on, an online lecture playing on its screen. Nathan decided not to disturb her this time around. Instead, he opened the door to a slit so that he could peek in on her. Meanwhile, Hilda was reading a pornographic book intently. The book was full of X rated graphics of couples. If Nathan found out about the book, Hilda was sure that he would teach her a harsh lesson. Therefore, she only dared to read it secretly at home. In fact, she had secretly stashed some away too. The drawings were so lewd and exciting that she thought she was on the verge of getting a nosebleed.

He tells me to take a seat on the little blanket which was on the floor as he looked through the items, I do as I’m told and sit down whilst pulling the blanket which was already around me tighter, now I was away from the fire I was beginning to grow colder. “I have been awaiting your arrival for many months, that is why it was not a surprise when you and your friend appeared.” He tells me still looking for whatever it was he was looking for, before too long he turns around with a huge black book in his hands. “I believe this is what you have been looking for.” He smiles handing me over the book, as I take a look down I see the title The Dark Secrets Of The Realms, this is exactly what I hav

Just as she was about to delve into the pages, something caught her eye— a medium-sized box tucked away among the books. It was unassuming, blending with the surroundings, yet something about it tugged at her instincts. The box was weathered, hinting at its age. It was hidden and nestled among the books like a secret treasure waiting to be uncovered. It exuded an aura of secrecy, and her heart raced with anticipation and trepidation. With gentle hands, she lifted the lid and peered inside. A gasp escaped her lips as she beheld a collection of photographs. It was pictures of a young boy and girl who looked so happily in love as if nothing else mattered.

I have no idea what I am looking for when I stop. Oddly out of the corner of my eye, I see a picture of two red-haired people looking at me from behind my parents in the picture. It is as if they are nested behind them. I look back quickly, and there is no one there. It is only my parents in the picture. I wonder what that means. Maybe I will meet them soon. Are they important to me somehow? I have no idea how my visions work.

Extremely good! He pecks me on the lips and I have to remember that I'm doing this for Elizabeth, in order to keep the vomit down. "I'm just going to take a shower real quick" he says and I nod, and take this as my opportunity. I take off my heels and tip toe, following him to the bedroom, the moment the bathroom door closes, I take that as my cue and enter the room, scanning my eyes around and grabbing the cell phone on the drawer. I swipe it open and realise there's a Pin password on it. Damnit!

Eyes the color of wet stone. He looked at me the way people look at something they have already decided to keep. “Elena Voss,” he said. “Come in.” The room smelled faintly of cedar. Two armchairs facing each other across a low table. A single lamp throwing warm light. Behind him, a wall of books with titles I recognized from my father’s study. Experimental hypnosis. Dissociative states. The ethics of suggestion. I sat. He sat. The silence stretched until my pulse felt loud.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.