h-profile client whose identity will not be disclosed to us. It's only John who commun

ry uncomfortable posture, holding the car handle, anticipating

with the client?" he asked and let out a chuckle before adding, "Good, he li

nswer was clear, no I can't. First, I was in John's car and his territory. I won't be able to escape h

ck on my own words. I promised Jawad, and he expects me to solve the

I saw the mansion's grandeur. I turned around and saw a long drive connecting the main gate and the villa. The estate's size was gigantic, with a huge water fount

d guy who was into making virgins suffer; maybe that was what BDSM is all about. I gulped for the 100th time as

, John took me inside a room and left but not before

in me forever, and I knew I would loathe myself till the time I am alive, but did I regret doing what I was about to do? The a

he dangerous mansion I was brought to by John. If not for money, I would never even look at such a place. One, I knew the bi

glittering with sweat beads while I was constantly wiping the sweat from my face with trembling hands. No matter how much I tried to

ed by the sheer black saree and the net blouse that was barely covering the skin. My glance fell on reflection on the nearby

he sweat beads from my forehead with this good-for-nothing saree while my hand keeps trembling in anticipation. My fear slowly weakened my resolve, and I started wondering if on

cated even though the room was bigger than half of my apartment. My palpitation worsened my breathing, and I walked out of the room, hoping t

o walk towards the sound without giving a second thought. In my intrusiveness to f