Amy is a typical broke college student when gets taken to a dark, steamy underworld where the rules have changed and she no longer has a choice in what she wants to do with her life.
Vowing to survive, in spite of anything these people want to put her through, she keeps her eye on the prize… her freedom.
Her first week is full of learning about her new world. All of the sex education in kink, submission, domination, and kinky things she didn’t even realize existed.

Can she make connections with the right people and gain her freedom? Or will she decide that the chance at escape isn’t worth the risk?

Please note: This dark erotica features kinky, explicit sexual scenes, including various fetishes, dubious/non-consent, and elements of violence. If such material offends you, please do not read.

43,000 words

SNEAK PEEK:

Chapter One

It Begins

I woke up to pitch black. I couldn’t see my hands in front of my face. It was cold, dark and deadly silent. I couldn’t quite remember where I was or how I’d gotten here, but I felt like I was supposed to be doing something. I had a sick pit of dread in my stomach, but I couldn’t quite figure out why. 

I moved a bit, trying to roll over and that’s when I realized that my hands were restrained. I felt a flutter of nerves race through me. 

I’m sure it’s just a trick, just a prank, that’s all. I thought to myself. For reasons I can’t explain, I didn’t say a word out loud. I pulled, trying to stay silent, but my hands were strapped down nice and tight. There was no give on the straps around my wrist.

A chill went through my body. It was so strong, I felt as if I was going to shake right off the table. The panic started flooding my veins. I felt a scream building in my throat and I swallowed it, straining my ears to hear any hint of a sound. Even the sound of air blowing through vents would have made me feel better.

I heard a shuffling sound and barely caught the scream in my throat. Goosebumps raced across my body.

“Are you awake?” It was a woman’s voice. She sounded as wary as I felt.

I tried to open my mouth to speak, but it was so dry that I coughed weakly instead. I swallowed and barely managed to whisper back.

“Where am I?” I asked. I tried to remember where I was or how I could have gotten here.

“Oh, sweetie,” the woman’s voice responded. “You’re in… you’re in your new life now.”

“What?” The panic welled up in my throat like a palpable force was trying to crawl out of my soul. I was frozen to the very core of my being. “What the hell does that mean? Where am I?” My voice still sounded raw, as if I’d spent hours screaming. I couldn’t remember much of anything.

I searched my foggy, muddled brain for a hint.

Everything was dark and distorted. Confusion and some unknown terror slid through my veins like ice.

The last thing I remembered was being at a party with this guy, Chad, that I had been crushing on for years. He and his little group of followers. They’d finally invited me to join them for one of their big weekend bashes. I thought I had finally made it.

My heart thumped as if it was trying to pound out of my chest. Somewhere in the fog, I tried to latch onto anything that might be reassuring or bring me back to reality.

“What day is it?” I finally asked.

“It’s Sunday,” Her voice was matter of fact. “You were out for almost twenty-four hours. I was starting to think they gave you too much. That you weren’t going to wake up.”

“Sunday?” I tried to make sense of it. The party had been Friday night. Granted, it went late, so maybe it had technically been Saturday morning by the time I saw Chad and made the decision to follow him. 

The memories came crashing down on me. I had been so fucking trusting, so stupid to think that he actually wanted me.

 

Chapter Two

Friday Night: The Party

The last thing I remembered was the party.

There was this group in some of my classes and I found myself desperately longing to be part of a crowd for once in my life. They always seemed to be having so much fun together and I was sick of being a loner. When one of the girls invited me to a party, I was all for it.

Plus, there was one really cute guy in the group that I really liked. I had been crushing on him since I’d known him back in high school. His name was Chad and he didn’t have a clue that I even existed.

I’d lied to my mom about where I was going. I was in college and nineteen, but I still lived at home and I knew my mom would worry if I was just out all night. I told her I was going away for the weekend to visit a new school. I’d been taking community college classes, saving up to go to the university in a year or two. It was slow going.

I strained my brain, trying to dig up memories from the party, but nothing came. It was all hazy as if I was seeing my memories through some weird Instagram filter. I could remember showing up and someone handing me a red solo cup. 

Several people said hi, but I didn’t really know them. I walked around the party until I saw Chad going into a back room. I’m not sure if it was the drink in my hand or what, but I decided to make a move and followed him.

He walked into a room that was dimly lit with candles, set up to look like some sort of cave of seduction. My mind had leaped at the idea that he’d purposely lured me back here to make love to me. 

My heart was in my throat and I took another drink hoping to calm my nerves.

Chad turned and saw me just then. I nearly dropped my cup.

He walked over and just stopped about a half a foot away. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“Hey, you’re in my biology class, aren’t you?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I just nodded and swallowed again. I took another drink. 

When I started to lower the cup, he tipped it back up.

“Drink up, sweetheart,” He said. 

I almost melted on the spot, chugging the rest of the liquid, even though I was already feeling way too tipsy. I never drank, so it didn’t take much with my small frame to get wasted. I really didn’t want to be drunk for my first time, but I had no ability to tell him no.

I was swaying on my feet by the time I lowered the cup.

Chad was smiling at me, leaning close like he was going to kiss me. I parted my lips, longing to feel his lips on mine. 

My head was swimming as I felt his hand go around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. His kips touched mine and I moaned so loud, I was almost embarrassed. He didn’t seem to care, though, he just deepened the kiss, sticking his tongue in my mouth and exploring. My body was starting to wilt as if I had no bones. I felt myself going limp against him, everything had suddenly become one big blur. 

I felt him lift me up and I tried to apologize for fainting. I had no idea what was happening. I could feel him unbuttoning my blouse and taking it off. He unbuttoned my pants then and I thought I should probably stop him, but my hands were useless and wouldn’t obey my brain. I felt my underwear sliding down my thighs next, then my bra being unhooked.

I was fully aware that I was lying there naked, but I couldn’t make myself move an inch. I felt his fingers tracing over my body before his hands were on my thighs, pressing them apart. I moaned although I wasn’t sure if it was just in my mind or if I actually made a sound.

“So, is she a virgin?” A girl’s voice spoke just as I felt someone’s weight on the bed. My legs were pressed further apart and I felt fingers digging between my legs.

My brain screamed then, what was happening? Of course, I was a virgin, but could they really tell? I’d heard that was a myth, that someone could tell.

“I don’t know. She’s really tight,” Chad said as I felt the fingers trying to push inside of me.
I wanted to cry out, to tell him to leave me alone. I had wanted to have sex with him, but not like this. Not with other people there. Not when I couldn’t move. Not when I was this drunk. 

I heard the girl’s voice again, “Well, of course, she’s tight, you dumb ass. Who the fuck would want to touch her? She’s such a stuck up bitch who thinks she’s better than anyone else. Is anyone getting video of this? Come on, we need something to show them.”

There was laughter. It registered vaguely then that I was lying there, completely naked with Chad’s fingers inside of me while people stood around. I didn’t understand why they were doing this. I didn’t think they knew I existed, but they obviously did. They thought they knew me well enough to hate me this much?

My head started spinning then. I heard more voices, but I couldn’t seem to put together any words. 

I felt like I was falling backward. I tried to scream but my mouth wouldn’t move.

Everything was fading to black, the voices sounded so far away.

“Listen, screw the photos and the videos. We can just take her now, they’re going to pay us big money for her. Come on! Hurry,” the vaguely familiar voice was like ice washing over me, but I was trapped. Utterly helpless.

Everything snapped to black and that was it.