The first time Celeste saw her, the girl was shaking.
Naked. Young. Skin flawless and untouched. A silk ribbon tied around her throat instead of a collar. She stood in the center of the glass chamber, trembling under the soft light, eyes darting to the faces behind the two-way mirror.
Celeste stood just behind the glass, watching. Damian’s hand rested on her shoulder, his touch firm, grounding.
“She’s untouched,” he said softly. “Not even broken in.”
Celeste nodded, unsure what to feel. The girl’s body was perfect. Small breasts. Wide eyes. Soft thighs that pressed together tightly, trying in vain to conceal what everyone in this world wanted to see.
“She’s terrified,” Celeste whispered.
“She should be.”
Damian turned to her.
“I want you to break her in.”
Her breath caught.
“I… Y
