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Chapter 33
CHRISTY
Time passes.
One moment I’m being carried in Konrad’s arms, the next I’m strapped to a wooden frame, my wrists, ankles and forehead fixed in place with leather cuffs.
I can’t feel my body.
I try to wriggle my fingers and toes, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t move a muscle.
I can’t even cry.
Jakub fed me the elixir that numbs my body but keeps my mind awake.
I’m in theRoom of Fantasies.
Internally I scream, I fight, I rage, but externally I’m a puppet waiting for the puppet masters to bring her back to life.
Trying not to panic, I take in my surroundings, thankful that at least I can move my eyes. As far as I can tell in the dim light, I’m in a room with vaulted ceilings, hundreds of candles casting shadows around the room. I sense people moving within the shadows, beyond them.
Even though I can hear, see and smell, I don’t feel a thing. This isn’t The Quickening, I’m not turned on by the slightest touch, a whisper of air, or the heady thrum of lustful moans surrounding me.
I’m a shell.Empty.
Hollowed out.
Unfeeling.
All I can do is watch. I’m wide-eyed and staring into shadows. I’m unable to fight, unable to move as the room comes alive before me. Slowly, one by one, five gilded birdcages are lit from above, revealing the sweat-slicked, moaning, writhing bodies within.
My senses are flooded, overwhelmed with scents and sounds, moans and movement.
Naked bodies. Entwined. Contorted.
Fucking.
A female voice sings. Not Six this time. This voice is higher, lighter. A soprano. It’s beautiful, angelic. Twelve steps into the dim light cast by the sputtering candles placed around the room. She looks sad, empty, but sings with such broken beauty that I wished I could set her free from this unrequited love she’s trapped herself within.
She sings like an angel as sin unfolds around us.
In one gilded cage I see the flash of a red lipsticked mouth around a cock. At first I can’t tell who it is, but then I notice the long dark hair and see the tears streaming down One’s face as a man holds her head in place and fucks her mouth roughly. But she takes it, deep throating him with the ease of a woman who has experienced such a thing before and enjoyed it. Below her spread legs is a woman I don’t recognise, her face buried in One’s pussy. I watch as One chokes and gags but is pleasured at the same time.
In the next cage Four and Eight are wrapped around each other, kissing passionately, feeling each other’s breasts, both getting fucked from behind by two masked men, their bodies pushed together with every punishing thrust.
The cage alongside that holds Seven and Three. He fucks her from behind, her body pressed up against the golden bars, his fingers buried inside her pussy, his hand around her throat as he’s whipped by a man wearing black leather chaps, a cowboy hat, a leather studded mask and a hard on.
Next to that, in the fourth cage, Six is on her hands and knees, a gag in her mouth and a chain around her throat as she’s fucked by a woman wearing a strap-on and a pretty, red mask, her pendulous breasts swaying as she moves.
Further along in the next cage, the triplets are all tied up in rope, contorted into different positions to allow easy penetration. One man is fucking Nine’s mouth as she hangs horizontally from the arched roof, her arms pinned to her side, her legs lifted off the floor. He holds onto her shoulders, using the momentum as she swings to deepthroat her mouth. Beside her, Ten is bent over in half, moaning in pleasure as her chest is pressed against her legs, the rope keeping her in position as she's fucked in the arse. On the floor of the cage, Eleven has her legs spread wide with rope as another man fucks her missionary style, whilst his meaty hands grasp her tiny breasts.
Swinging high above them all is Two. She’s naked, her blonde hair flowing free as she fucks one of the guests, their bodies glistening with sweat, his mouth around her nipple, her hand around his throat.
And standing outside each cage are several men and women all in various states of undress, touching themselves, each other, as they walk from cage to cage, drinking champagne, snorting coke from silver trays laid out on tables around the room, watching everything unfold.
When one person finishes with a Number, another person steps inside the cage and it all starts over again. They all moan, groan, scream in pleasure, and the air around us fills with the musky scent of sex, choking the air with lust and sin. Every single person getting high on it.
It’s an orgy. A painting of sin and debauchery.
