The Secret Society

I don't remember anything. Not my name, not my life, not even what I did yesterday. The only thing that I seem to remember is my training. A training to obey my masters in every desire they have. I don't know what will happen next, but then I remember dark brown eyes. A shiver runs down my spine when I think about those dark brown eyes, and I feel moist between my thighs. A reflex that I can't stop. I do not know what it means, and I do not know whose eyes they are, but it's the only thing that I remember.