He felt strong, capable, despite his broken heart. Waking to the familiar sound of the morning alarm horn, he washed and dressed at the bathroom area of his quarters. If he didn’t think too much about Deborah, being a prisoner in this particular pleasure farm wasn’t bad at all. After all, how long had he been held captive in his own home, albeit by his own decision? He was allowed to explore the beautiful grounds, eat exceptional food, and fuck as many women as he could every day.“Come on, 832.” The voice of his personal guard, Katja, hurried him along. “We’ve got them lining up already for you.” A small giggle punctuated her words and Marcus smiled. He had grown fond of Katja, who seemed very sympathetic to the loss of his love—something they shared in common, as her fiancé had been taken away many months before.He dried himself off and checked his appearance before making his way to the door. “Ready,” he said, and Katja unlocked his cell. They walked together to the pleasure room, at ease in each other’s company.“Don’t you ever get tired of this?”
