Taboo Runs Wild
“The Northern Alphas come here. They’ll pay. They always pay for fresh cunts. Here, she's a virgin. She has never been touched."
That word stung.
Fresh cunt.
Not daughter. Not blood. Not flesh of his flesh. Just a body. Just holes to be sold off.
I didn’t even know the name of this place, but I knew what it was. I’d heard stories whispered among the servants back home—rumors of an underground den where music never stopped, where girls were paraded on their knees, collared, chained, forced to spread for men who had enough money to break them in half.