Collateral Damage: Part 3

The weeks blurred into a haze of debauchery and degradation. Elena lost track of time, of days, of her own boundaries. She was fucked in every room of the penthouse, in cars, in private clubs, in the back room of Marco's Lounge where it had all begun. She learned to take two men at once with ease, to deepthroat without gagging, to orgasm on command like a trained pet. She also learned the men behind the monsters. Marcus, she discovered, collected first edition books and had a dry wit that made her laugh despite herself. Dmitri sent money anonymously to orphanages in Moscow and called his mother every Sunday without fail. Rafael composed piano pieces that were hauntingly beautiful, and…