SUBMISSIVES CULT

Chapter 8: Into the Abyss - Punishment

Isla

I woke up to find a sleek black envelope on the nightstand, my name scrawled in Dominic's bold handwriting. My heart skipped a beat as I picked it up, a sense of anticipation curling in my stomach. I tore it open, pulling out a single, elegantly written card.

You are cordially invited to an exclusive party at the mansion tonight at 10 p.m.

Wear the outfit provided.

-Your Master

My fingers brushed the soft, expensive material of the dress hanging in the closet-a black sparkly mini dress that shimmered like the night sky. I slipped it on, the fabric hugging my curves perfectly, and stepped into the matching heels. A delicate diamond choker completed the ensemble, sparkling against my skin. I felt like a sex goddess, a powerful sensation that I hadn't experienced in years.

The mansion was transformed as I descended the grand staircase. Lavish decorations adorned every corner, small fountains of dark water bubbling in the hallways. The air was thick with a fog that swirled around my ankles, giving the place an ethereal, almost demonic aura. The song Demando & Airglow - Alive filled the mansion, the haunting melody and heavy bass echoing off the walls, blending with the soft, continuous hum of the fog machines.

Guests mingled in the opulent rooms, their laughter and conversation a backdrop to the night's festivities. The cost of entry was steep-300 pounds per person I heard-but I was a special guest, exempt from the fee. I moved through the crowd, champagne glass in hand, feeling the eyes of the attendees on me, their curiosity and envy palpable.

Dominic had outdone himself. A champagne glass pyramid stood proudly in the center of the main hall, glistening under the crimson lights that bathed the room. Two exotic dancers moved sensuously in large cages, their bodies a mesmerizing display of athleticism and allure. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation and forbidden pleasures.

As I wandered deeper into the mansion, I felt a pair of eyes on me-dark, intense, and almost angelic in their beauty. I turned to find the eyes I saw at the initiation, watching me from across the room. His name Callum meant "dove king," a title that seemed both ironic and fitting. Lilith mentioned him before. He looked like he had been born in heaven, his features too perfect to belong to this world. His eyes, though, held a darkness that deeply frightened and attracted me.

I felt a magnetic pull toward him, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of him. He smiled, a slow, seductive curve of his lips that made my heart race.

"Isla," he said, his voice a soft caress. "You look stunning tonight."

"Thank you," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "You don't look too bad yourself."

He laughed; a low, rumbling sound that made my pulse quicken. "I was hoping I'd get a chance to talk to you tonight."

"Well, here I am," I said, trying to keep my tone light despite the electric tension between us.

"I've been watching you," Callum admitted, his eyes raking over me with an intensity that made me shiver. "There's something about you, Isla. Something...irresistible."

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "You're not so bad yourself," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "But I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised by your interest."

"Why?" he asked, stepping closer, his breath warm against my ear. "Because I'm supposed to be an angelic dove, born in heaven?"

"Something like that," I said, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.