My First Surrender: Bound in the Red Room of the Countess
The red room. Walls dripping crimson, candles flickering shadows like demons dancing. I woke naked, wrists and ankles chained short to the wall beside her massive four-poster bed. Heart hammering. No escape. The air thick with musk and wax. I tugged the chains. Useless. Panic mixed with something darker—a pull I couldn’t name. She entered….
