Morticia
I was starting to believe that my luck was tied around false accusations, it all starts with me being accused out of the blue, then the torment, before the realization, it was like a loop that never ends, if I didn’t know best I would have said it to be karma, but I was at the receiving end, my tormentors always went free.
Dario took up a spiky whip from the wall, teasing each whip with his finger, it was as though he allowed it to seduce him.
“I Thought you didn’t like your job, why are you smiling now” I asked, the man who still hasn’t taken his eyes off the whip.
“Oh, it brings back memories,” he admitted, still playing around with the strand, I couldn’t help but anticipate what he would do with it, the thoughts were limitless, it was a room full of torture equipment, the
