⚠️ Warning: This chapter contains graphic violence and abuse!
The next day.
All night, Nero let Milo stay on his bed. But the young man barely slept as his body pounded all night.
When Milo finally had time to sleep, it didn't last long. When he woke up, he found his body already spread wide.
He stirred but couldn't move. The room was so quiet, empty.
Milo looked around and at his body. Nero had used leather straps to secure his wrists and ankles to the four posts of the bed. He was spread-eagle, his body completely exposed and vulnerable.
The silk sheets felt cold against his back, a sharp contrast to the heat rising in his face from the sheer shame of his position.
Then he heard the door open. Two sets of footsteps entered the room.
"He's already prepped for you," Nero's voice said. He sounded cheerful, almost like a child showing off a new toy.
