Page 31 of Blood Code

5. Failure to abide by these rules can result in fines, bodily injury, or death.

But as soon as the day started, I knew it would be different.

Because of the voices.

There were so many hushed voices coming from beyond my doorway. I counted footsteps, too, but lost track of how many pairs there were.

The voices sounded excited, which made me want to vomit.

An excited Lethe only meant something terrible was going to happen to me.

I glanced at my prison wall. The monitors were on today, showing all of my family and friends. There were seven monitors, and they kept flashing through security cameras of the people I loved most.

That was another sign today would be bad.

They reminded me what I had to lose.

I cracked my neck and drew my knees into my chest. Metal scraped against the frame as I moved. My ankles were manacled to the bed today.

Sometimes they manacled me just for fun—to make it so I didn’t even have freedom within my cell.

My attention drifted back to the door. Shadows danced on the other side, growing in size. They were coming for me. The door swung open, and four guards in blue walked in ahead of the Headmaster.

One of the guards unshackled my legs and wrenched me to my feet.

The Headmaster came in slowly, and when he reached me, he caught my chin and forced my eyes up to meet his honey-brown ones.

“Be a good girl today.” His gaze flicked to the screens. “These men have been waiting to play with you for months, and we are going to show them a good time, right?”

When I didn’t answer, he growled, “Right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He smiled cruelly. “Now, put this on.”

He handed me a pink, diaphanous dress. I was currently wearing a white prison jumpsuit.

He stepped back to give me room. I gulped and immediately followed his orders, first pulling off my shirt and letting my breasts spill out.

The Headmaster’s gaze followed the movement, and he reached a hand out to pinch one of my nipples.

I stilled, letting him do whatever he wanted. He leaned in and licked the column of my neck and then whispered into my ear, “Oh, how I want to defile you, my sweet. But not today.”

He stepped back once more, his gaze tracking to my pants. Leisurely—because I knew he liked a show—I pulled them down and kicked them off. I let him have his fill of my exposed pussy, then pulled the dress over my head.

He clicked his tongue. “Yes, yes.”

Then he clapped his hands, and two guards flanked me. He turned on his heel and walked out. The guards forced me to follow. In the large room, rows of men sat in fold-out chairs.

Some whistled when they saw me, while others stared, their gazes devouring me.

The guards paraded me past them, leading me to a room I’d never been in.

My heart sank as soon as I saw it.

A sex dungeon.

“We’re going to start in the playroom,” the Headmaster said with sadistic glee.