First: ‘sorry for my bad English’ but: my stories happened in East-Europe where I lived before I got caught. I hope you will enjoy it and support me for more continuations.Chapter1: – The meeting -My name is Dimitri , 23 years old and I lived in a poor East European shit-country where most of the
The Red Room
The Red RoomGo to the Red Room and wait for me there.That’s all the last email had said, and since I’d received it yesterday I must have read it over again at least twenty more times. I’d met the sender at a club in Amsterdam a week ago, and he’d been breathtaking. Charming, intelligent, and