Untitled Intensity
She strutted into my cell on stiletto heeled shoes, black net stockings climbing her long, strong legs. A thigh-length leather jacket was belted shut around her, and studded wristbands were just visible beneath the cuffs of the sleeves. A matching spiked collar circled her neck, and her big mane of maize-colored hair made an intimidating tiara about her head. As she entered she loomed several inches taller than me, and her fearsome scowl and belittling sneer seemed to know everything about me and to hold it all in the utterest contempt. She put her hands on my naked chest and shoved, pushing me over and down onto the bare, hard cot.
Time for use, you!” she snarled, forcing me down to lie humbled and supine beneath her.
Roughly she seized my arms, pulling them together
