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A fter Raven leaves, I sink deeper into the tub, the scent of lavender enveloping my body like a warm embrace. The water is still warm and soothing against my skin, causing me to let out a contented sigh as I lean back and close my eyes. My entire being is buzzing with the lingering sensations from my encounters with the men. My skin tingles with excitement and anticipation, the memories of their touches and whispers sending shivers down my spine.

As I bask in the warmth of the water, I can't help but feel an unconventional sense of satisfaction and empowerment. Instead of feeling guilty or disgusted with myself for succumbing to my desires, I feel liberated and powerful. It was exhilarating to be wanted and used by these men in their most primal states. In that moment, I felt like the most desirable woman in the world, shamelessly embracing my wants without hesitation.

The growling of my stomach snaps me out of my thoughts, reminding me I haven't eaten in hours. Wrapping a towel around myself, I make my way to the bedroom where Raven has left me a tray of food and a bottle of water on the bedside table. The sandwich is overflowing with fresh greens and thick slices of savory ham; next to it are sliced fruits and a large cup of steaming coffee.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, I dig into my food. It's a nice break from constantly being connected to my phone and responsibilities. Here, I don't have to think or make any decisions - the men take care of everything for me. They use me as they please but also tend to my needs afterwards. Being pampered in this way is both new and alluring to me. For once, I am not in control or responsible for anything - just simply enjoying being taken care of by these men who desire me so deeply. And I can't help but wonder if this should make me feel good or guilty.

After eating, I drift back into sleep; the darkness enveloping me until I am suddenly awakened. Sitting up in the bed, I reach for the lamp on the nightstand beside me and light up the room. The house is eerily quiet, with only the sound of wind battering against the window. My eyes scan the room and they land upon a striking red dress hanging from the back of my bedroom door.

A smile tugs at my lips as I stand and move toward the dress, delicately running my fingers over the smooth satin fabric. The material is long and sleek, but with just enough stretch to hug my curves in all the right places. A daring slit runs up the left side, sending a cool sensation against my skin as I move.

"Guys?" I call out, hoping for an answer before stepping out of my bedroom. But there is only silence, and even the hallway is plunged into darkness. A sense of unease creeps over me as I cautiously make my way down the dimly lit stairs. Each step feels heavy and uncertain until finally I reach the main level and find it mostly shrouded in blackness.

As I descend to the ground level, a flickering glow catches my eye. My heart begins to race as I see that the back door is wide open, spilling warm light onto the porch from many candles scattered about. With trepidation and curiosity swirling inside me, I step outside.