I stared at the ominous shaft as she approached. “I—I don’t understand…”
“Curry sent you upstairs for a good f**k, Rebecca,” said the Captain quietly. She smiled humorlessly as the understanding dawned upon my face. “That’s exactly what you’ll get.”
I bit my lip, looking for some way out, but the Captain’s shining green eyes held me locked, as a bird before some great snake. The look on her face was strange—lustful, yet at the same time almost remote. She was smiling in an odd, determined fashion, as if her mind were not only upon my nakedness but also upon some inscrutable task she vowed to herself she would perform. With her eyes gleaming beneath arched smoky red brows, her lips curving slyly, her glowing hair cascading about her bare shoulders, she was so terrifyingly beautiful.
Her
