Chapter 93 Five Years Later

Five years later. . . People just don’t know their limits, do they? I communicate my needs and wants politely, yet some still insist on crossing the line I drew. Infuriating. “P-Please stop!” screamed the man in front of me, his face twisted in agony. “F-Fucking stop!” I’d booked this room at this expensive hotel and even ordered some toys and handcuffs for my own enjoyment. But I quickly realized that those toys could serve... alternative purposes. It was such a joy seeing him squirm beneath me, his hands and feet tied securely to the corners of the bed. I felt invincible—his feeble little self, nothing more than a toy for me to play with. “W-What are you doing? P-Please, no! Ahhh!” No matter how many times he pleaded, I wasn’t stopping. His screams, his desperate pleas—they fueled me. They made me feel powerful. The man’s name was Henry—a handsome guy I’d met at the bar. He looked like someone I could toy with, so I brought him back to my room. I’d proposed a deal: he could pleasure