The Keyhole

Chapter 8 The Keyhole

EIGHT

THE KEYHOLE

I heard the excitement in your voice. Saw the flush in your pretty cheeks that spread down to your glorious breasts.

Did your nipples tingle at the thought of being entombed here forever, my love?

In my domain, you will never age. You will, however, eventually rot.

But not until I’ve enjoyed every facet of your submission.

Tell me something, my sweet pet. Will your consent be enthusiastic, dubious, or non-existent? It matters little to me since you’re already mine.

Sleep well. I will visit you tonight. There’s no need to be afraid of me.

Not yet.