The Marking – Chapter Two: The Trial of Silence
Bound by ritual and darkness, Trent’s submission deepens as Mistress Velvetin tests his silence, devotion, and willingness to surrender all.
The chamber was cloaked in shadows, pierced only by the flickering flames of black candles arranged meticulously around the stone dais. The air hung heavy with the scent of burning cedar and a faint trace of musk—Mistress Velvetin’s signature blend. Trent knelt on the cold floor, every muscle taut beneath his skin, marked irrevocably by the sigil branded hours earlier. The searing pain had ebbed away, leaving a warm ache,...
