Shades of Quinn

Shimmering sweaty bodies who craved the worst cruelty of torture were bound to the confinement of handcuffs, their silhouette the most mesmerising sight for people who got off on sadism and masochism. They twisted their arched bodies beneath the dark grey lights, their cries muffled by the balls restraining their lips.

Not that their screams of pleasure could pierce through the walls anyway; the rooms were as soundproofed as the identity of the club patrons which had been protected for years.

Until a certain young man had found his hands on the database in the guise of registering to join the club.

Well, his best part of programming was getting rid of bugs, that and hacking into systems of high corporate organisations which had dared cross him, and helping them decrypt and filter their information according to his idea of what would be important to them. Everything had been going in accordance with his plans, until Luca had detected that virus lurking around the club.

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