After a lovely session with the Madame Lun, I was escorted back to Marco's office where a guard lay me on the loveseat. My back was burning deliciously and there was a pleasant tingle in my legs that would intensify whenever the fibers of the seat made friction with the welts on my back.
Who would've thought that I'd find such a gem whilst being held hostage by the Italians, of all people? Isn't it just crazy? So anyway I was laying there with a content smile upon my face, feeling the pleasurable buzz from the opium. I would've never thought that drugs, pain and pleasure would've created such a magnificent result. There was nothing that could bring my spirits down in this state!
"You're finally back," the door to the office closed, making me regret the statement that nothing could bring me down. Correction, nothing could bring me down except Marco. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
