The Black Room: Door Eight — Jasinda Wilder

Once you enter, anything goes. No fantasy -- however dark and dirty and depraved it may be -- is forbidden. You have no past, no inhibitions, no morals…and no memory.

All you have to cling to is the memory of a scorching touch, a searing kiss, the wet slide of skin on skin, and the heat of breath across your flesh.

Step forward…

Turn the knob…

Step through the eighth door...