“Boss, can I have a turn too? I’ve never had a chance to try out such a young mistress.”

Seeing the humiliation on my face, one of the men smirked and said, “Sure, I’ll let you have a go later.”

Tears streamed down my face as my hands and feet were tightly bound. I had lost all sense of time.

Eventually, they grew bored of their cruel game.

Just when I thought they might let me go, one of them asked, “Boss, what should we do with her? Should we send her back?”

“Are you stupid? Why send her back? Even if The Wilkinsons don’t care about her, they might...