Every action has consequences.

I made one foolish mistake and ended up with a debt I had only one way to pay...by bowing my head and submitting to the men I swore I hated. But in their dominance I found catharsis. In the darkness we share, parts of myself were brought to the light.

I've been wearing a mask for far too long.

Now I'm torn between the future I thought I wanted, and a life I once believed was only fantasy.

These feelings between us were never just a game.

What am I willing to sacrifice? My pride and carefully laid plans, my determination that I can do it all alone? Or my new-found freedom to live without boundaries with the men who turned my world on its head? How much am I willing to give up?

Who am I willing to lose?