House of Cards

In my world, you don’t run from the devil. You work for him.

Zoey thought she could steal from my casino and disappear.

When she couldn’t pay her debt, I made her a deal. Stay on my leash, or end up bloodied, brutalized, and sold to the highest bidder.

Zoey lets me collar her, but she likes to bite the hand that feeds.

The harder she fights, the more I tighten her leash.

I demand her compliance. I expect her full submission.

More than anything, I need her broken beneath me.

It's just business. Until Zoey becomes an obsession I can no longer control.

She believes our arrangement is temporary.

But I don’t let go of what’s mine.

Ever.

The house always wins.