Page 63 of The Fall of Summer


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60 Minutes (Single Participant Only)– $20,000

Note:Rates listed are forONE participant.

Any additional man present in the room incurs an immediatesurcharge of$10,000 per

head.

No exceptions. No negotiation.

OPTIONAL EXTRAS(Subject to Handler Approval)

-Virginity Claim(verified)

-Impact Menu:whips, canes, paddles, riding crop

-Electric stimulation / electroshock

-Restraint variations:cuffs, belts, spreader bar, suspension

-Blindfolding, gagging, sensory deprivation

-Filming permissions(premium surcharge applies)

-Multiple-participant rotation(requires advance approval + surcharge)

This list is not exhaustive. Custom requests may be submitted directly to the handler.

RESTRICTION NOTICE

-Participant must remainconsciousunless unconsciousness is included in the approved request.

-No disfigurement damage permitted during paid sessions.

HANDLER NOTES

-Subject ishigh-valuedue to lineage, age, and virgin status.

-Currently untrained, but responsive.

-High market interest.

-Buyer discretion recommended — this product will not remain available long.

I can’t look at it again. I fix my gaze on her instead—on the way the color drains from her face, on the sound of her shaky breath as she covers her mouth with trembling fingers. Tears slip down her cheeks one after another, silent and unstoppable.

That’s when she finally understands. What I took her from. What I’ve been fighting against all along.

“Jacob… this can’t be real,” she whispers, her voice breaking somewhere between disbelief and pleading.

“It is,” I say, the words rough in my throat. “And it was fully booked—a month straight—less than an hour after it went live.”

Her head shakes, slow at first, then faster, like she’s trying to erase what she’s seeing. I drag a hand over my mouth, remembering the moment I found it—the way the room seemed to tilt, the way everything inside me went black.

“Summer, I saw that, and I lost it. I couldn’t stand there and do nothing.”

She flips to the next page. The paper trembles between her fingers as she stares, then lifts it higher, her breath catching hard.

Her voice comes out as a broken whisper, wet with tears. “Well… it shows how wrong they were.” She laughs, but it’s hollow, shattered. “I wasn’t even a virgin.”