Willow Grove Haven: Chapter Two
- Hamlin
- Jun 14
- 14 min read
Patricia woke to the feeling of absence, the kind of emptiness that made you aware of every inch of your skin, and how little of it belonged to you. The room was white, so white it seemed to vibrate, and her body, spread across the padded table, was a patchwork of restraint straps and cold air. Her arms were out to the sides, her ankles fixed wide and apart, the robe from yesterday gone. Every inch of her was naked, nipples still tingling from the memory of clamps, thighs sticky with leftover shame, and between her legs, the black silicone patch of the harness pressed tight to her clit like a lie detector.
