I kneel at his feet, body aching, skin still tacky with wax and sweat, and look up at the only man who’s ever made me forget I was human and he whispers— “Let me introduce you…to me.”
He steps back into the darkened hallway beyond the bedroom.
Doesn’t pull me.
Just leaves the leash slack.
A command in absence.
I follow.
On hands and knees.
The corridor is dim. Lit by red sconces that pulse like heartbeats.
And at the end?
A mirrored door.
He stops in front of it.
Looks down at me.
His face changes.
Not with makeup.
Not with costume.
Just… posture.
A shift of his shoulders.
A smirk that doesn’t belong to Damien.
A tilt of the head too sharp.
A silence too heavy.
When he speaks again—his voice is different.
Lower.
Refined.
Cruel.
“You’ve already met Damien.
The lover. The monster. The one who made you beg.”
He opens the mirrored door.
Inside?
A room wrapped in shadow, lit only by candles circling a single black chair.
He leads me in.
