20. Sex dungeon

David's POV

The security man directs my car to the garage and I kill the engine and alight from the car.

I take in the dark sky and the crescent silver moon perched on it. I swallow and turn to give the bouncer my VIP card.

“Welcome boss.” He greets me and hands me back my card.

I’m one of the high-profile men in the States that comes here. Some others like Mafias, several ex-convicts, human traffickers and the rest of them that loves sexual entertainment come here too.

They sometimes become spectators or one of the participants. One thing about this place is that people get to be who they choose to be.

Oh, I didn’t

mention that priests equally come here?

Ahh, they keep their profile low and they usually wear masks. In fact whoever wears masks in the dungeon is a priest, wanting to keep his identity hidden.

My feet begin tracing the way into the large dungeon. I’m yet to arrive at the arena but I’m already hearing some screams and cheers.

Before I step into the wing part of the arena