Chapter 11

• The teenage maid, Lena, trembled before Dante, he force her to sit on her knee and order her to unbuckle his pants, her eyes cast down to the plush carpet beneath her knees. The opulent room with its velvet drapes and gleaming surfaces seemed to close in on her, a stark contrast to the small, dingy apartment she had grown up in. She had come to work here seeking a better life, but instead, she had become a plaything for the monsters who ruled the city. With a heavy heart, she reached for the buckle of his pants, her shaking hand a silent testament to the fear that consumed her.
• As she unbuckled the belt, the sound echoed through the quiet room, each metallic clink a countdown to the degradation she was about to endure. She knew what he wanted, what they all wanted, and she had been trained to give it. Her eyes welled with tears she refused to let fall as she tugged his trousers down, revealing his erection.
• “Now, suck it,” Dante ordered, his voice a cold, unyielding command. Lena’s throat tightened with revulsion, but she complied, her soft lips wrapping around his cock, her eyes squeezed shut as if to block out the reality of her situation. Each gag and whimper she muffled only served to excite him further, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements, dictating the rhythm of her servitude.