Brad flinched away, closing his eyes and gasping through his nose, expecting to be struck again. Sex He shook his head no
“The cross was her cousin’s. She looked gentle, but he knew from experience that red-heads could often be subtle, deceptive, and wild, and as she gracefully descended the stairs, taking her time, her elegant hand lightly caressing the banister, he couldn’t help but imagine what she had in store for him. What’s the worst thing she could do to me? From this angle he could see three folding tables behind him, a massive array of sex toys, restraints, and torturous looking apparatus hung over their edges and leaned against them. Looking timidly to each other for help, each as cowed and helpless as the next. “There’s a pretty picture huh?” she asked as if reading his mind, retrieving a dog-leash from the wall and attaching it to the D-Ring on his collar, lightly fingering the gold cross Mistress Chin had left thoughtfully. She was probably the kind of girl that would get off on literally killing him slowly.
