Oh Goddess save me. Silas hadn’t lied. This was an adult playroom worthy of a BDSM dungeon. A Saint Andrew’s cross was set up in the corner to her right, the hardware meant to chain someone to it glinting in the faint light. Padded benches of all sizes, racks holding impact toys and leather whips, a metal cage, and several cases displaying large silver rods of various shapes all were lined up along the wall. Ivy recognized those rods—she’d stumbled across them in her own personal exploration of her sexual interests. They were electrified toys, made to zap and sting and tingle depending on
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