We've never stepped outside the house

After the long bath I had, I realized I had taken nothing with me to the shower. There was nothing in the room aside from a black towel, which looked so odd in the white room. It seemed they forgot to decorate their bathroom when they painted the room.

I wrapped the towel around my body and stepped out, refreshed and ready for a day at work. I tried not to look at the things in the room, especially the horse's strap, knowing they would ask me to sit up there one day.

I could tell they were only waiting to get my body accustomed to them before they started using their toys on me. God, save me. I hope I survive whatever horror they planned for me.

They were already dressed, and the bed made when I stepped out. Though they still sat in the same spot they were sitting on when I left, I could see the change.

My eyes raked through their body, and I couldn't help but lick my lips. Clothed or naked, the brothers had this certain appeal. It was difficult not to see it.

“Remove that towel