Chapter 18 Master Eros, Fuck Me, Please

• Eros' dark room comprised many things. It was where he had the utmost pleasure of his life and the only place a thousand women have been. He had everything he wanted in the room; just as the name implied, it was a dark room that made sex more sensual.
• Tonight, was one of the nights Eros felt like he needed to let out some steam and a whore was just there to do just that. Despite the killing of the women, he slept with, Eros didn't care, he had to be satisfied. Javier had advised him to take them home instead and see how it goes. Eros didn't like being told what to do, but he had to be cautious if he wanted to keep enjoying himself.
• The whore was dancing in front of him while he watched her. The red light in the room was so dim that he could barely see her face, but she had a killer body, and the dim light made it more alluring. She danced to the slow music playing from the music player, twisting and wiggling her body like a snake. Eros was getting pleased watching her, even though a stubborn thought kept nagging at his head. He kept thinking about the woman he had locked up in the tomb and wished she was the one in front of him right now.