'What the fuck?'
Nathalie sucked in a cold breath for what she heard, five women ringing their amorous moans aloud at the same time.
Several noises turned into a cacophony of carnal desires, but their screams of pleasure took place and dominated the atmosphere, and she couldn't help but feel so wretched.
This time, she already dreaded what was to come, for what kind of connection she didn't want to anticipate had to do with Keith, but then it was a wake-up call for her when a muffled sound came—which she knew was his.
Like a magnet, unknowingly, instead of moving away from it, she mustered the courage she had to take a peek from the corner of the crate, and there, her eyes almost gouged out of the sockets.
On the pile of sacks found numerous women, more than her fingers and toes she offered—she lost count foremost—surrounding the man, whose limbs were chained and from his face covered with a bunch of nets.
