Stella

My name is Stella Hale, and I was never supposed to see what I saw that night.

It was supposed to be a normal late-night study session in the old library basement. I was hunting for a rare reference book when I knocked over a dusty shelf. A hidden panel slid open, revealing a sleek black door with a glowing scarlet eye symbol.

Curiosity won. I pushed it open.

The room beyond was nothing like the dusty archives. Soft red lighting, velvet drapes, and a circle of masked figures in expensive robes. On a central platform, a beautiful girl was on her knees, naked except for a golden collar,...