Chapter 89 STORY 24 - CEREMONIAL SLUT (I)

The altar is cold beneath my bare back.

White silk against painted skin. Candles flickering in the darkness. The weight of three hundred pairs of eyes pressing down on me like a physical force.

I lie here – spread open, anointed, waiting – and think about how I got here.

Three days ago, I was just a...

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