#CHAPTER 64: Bloodplay

Sarah POV In a strange way, I was glad I had gotten drunk with Zane. Otherwise, the feeling of the room as it spun around my head and the way my arms and legs wouldn’t do what I wanted would have frightened me more than they already did. They had forced some sort of wine down my throat before they brought me to this private room with its bed, its bondage equipment on the walls, and fake curtains covering only a bare wall. Whatever they put in it made me feel happy and horny, and I was pretty certain those feelings were going to intensify when the drug really took hold of me. I looked around the room trying to make sense of what was going on. The idea that I’d been “mistaken” for a slave was obviously wrong. Someone had paid money for me to be here, dressed in this ridiculous costume and holding a prop flogger in my hand. It had to have something to do with Zane, I thought, though even my thoughts seemed to slur and wander inside my mind. I wasn’t important for the bother of al