The darkness in the temple was thick like velvet, heavy and suffocating around me. I couldn’t see my own hands, but I could feel everything. My voice sounded small in the big, empty room as I kept talking, echoing softly off the unseen walls. I was telling the Shaman everything. Every touch. Every dirty detail.
"He... he moved his hands down," I whispered, my words trembling in the silence. "He gripped my waist so hard it left marks. Then he pushed me back onto the bed. I was already shaking. I was already waiting for him to f**k me."
"And your breasts, Jenna?" the Shaman’s voice rumbled, deep and unsettling. He sounded like he was everywhere at once. "You said he took them into his mouth. Tell the spirits more. Did he bite? Did he use his tongue?"
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly d
