A Brothel

As Rose was dragged inside and down the narrow candlelit hallway, she could barely keep the tears from flowing. Each door they passed she could hear moaning, whimpering, and the screeching of beds upon the floor. In her wildest nightmares, being **** into a brothel was not something she could have ever conceived of. Not to mention her form made this all the more real.

The men dragged her down the hall and turned the corner into a slightly lighter hallway where they proceeded to bring her to.