Mind Under Master – Kylie Quinn – Confession Page

Master smiled. Not a cruel smile. The smile of a lock finally clicking.

"Then let’s begin," he said.

The silence that followed was absolute. Somewhere in the club above, a bass thrummed, but down here, in the velvet booth, there was only the sound of a woman deciding whether to die as a lie or live as a wrecked, honest thing. mind under master – kylie quinn – confession