i hate this book, imagine every sick fetish you can think of written by a french aristocrat in the 1790s, the worst thing about it is that there is no doubt that this most certainly happened, and it is happening as we speak. The existence of power truly corrupts the mind into finding lechery more admirable then virtue in the absence of god

obviously dont read this book, the only redeemable part is the introduction, the rest just feels like porn made by a serial killer