Book 6. The Red Ledger

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ž๐ ๐‹๐ž๐๐ ๐ž๐ซ (๐“๐‘๐‹): ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐‹๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐–๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐.

There is no love here. No sweet promises, no escape. Only men who take what they wantโ€”because theyโ€™ve always wanted you.

This book is a collection of the inevitable. Obsessive hands closing around your throat. A voice murmuring filth in your ear, dripping with hunger. The moment you realize youโ€™re not leaving. Theyโ€™ve planned for this. Theyโ€™ve been waiting. And now, itโ€™s far too late.

Every page is another story, another captor, another night where pleasure is indistinguishable from terror. Youโ€™ll fight, youโ€™ll beg, youโ€™ll breakโ€”and theyโ€™ll savor every second.

You shouldnโ€™t be reading this. But you want to. Donโ€™t you?

Welcome to The Red Ledgerโ€”a record of every man who will ruin you.