“How dare you c*m, she Slaps my torso with the back of her palm and I wince, she’s crazy. “I was being f****d Sinclair it’s natural to c*m” I say to her.
She smirks at me, “ oh nice try , rule number 17, remember ?” I imagine her grinning like a zombie clown as my thoughts travel back to rule 17.
She releases my hands gently and then pulls one of my hands down, it has been suspended for so long, I flex my wrist gently letting blood flow thoroughly, I do same with my legs and my neck , at least I wasn’t f****d with my neck tied .
She pulls out the other cuffed tied on my hands and I feel free, but the leather mask stays it had light blonde hair attached to it, I must look like the black penny in this.
She walks out of the room, then comes back after centuries of standing with a mask on
