And thank you so much for joining us once again. It is the Nightly Pleasures podcast,

Erronica for Women, episode number 27. I am your host and author of one of the pieces you're going

to hear tonight, but that comes a little bit later. First off, let's slide into a slightly

alternate universe, something that we can just wet our

whistle at, a little bit of intrigue, a little bit of ownership, and a whole lot of mystery

going around torture.

I bring you an excerpt from Merrick.

I ushered the tiny woman ahead, directing her down the hallway and to my room,

which was the last one on the left.

Turning the handle, I guided her inside and turned on the light so I could finally gaze at her uninterrupted.

Spinning her around to face me, she hung her head low,

so she didn't have to acknowledge her current situation.

Pulling my knife from my waistband, I cut the ties from her wrists.

As they fell to the ground, I saw her chest expand with a heavy exhale.

Little did she realize those ties falling loose meant nothing.

Going forward, she was property of the night corruption.

She was my prize for all the wrongs her club had committed against ours.

She rubbed at her wrists even though I knew the restraints hadn't cut into her flesh

or stopped the blood flow, although they didn't leave a slight red mark on her skin.

It was while looking at the faint lines that I had noticed to bruise higher up on her arm

than another, and another. Without warning, I reached for her chin

and jerked her head upright, so she had no choice but to look at me. A faded yellow contusion

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