Night Of Eden

For maid Dana, the world was a paradise of light and warmth.

Until Theodore MacMillan, her master’s fiancé, showed up.

Dana was to be his plaything.

He was the one who commanded, she was the one who received. He could inflict, she could not escape.

“What if I told you that they did all that, especially the one you call master.”

“You look at him like he’s some kind of prince. Try doing that to me.”

The man’s eyes glowed languidly through the smoke.

“You know what? I’ll pretend it all never happened?”