twiststheblade

All Josie knows is the hot wet flesh against her and the cold hard bite of metal on on her skin and the dig of nails into her flesh. She'd stop to reflect that her throat will be sore later, along with the rest of her, but all she can think is hot white fire flesh and the handcuffs chafe her wrists and she arches up into mouth and teeth scrape and she gives one last scream before she comes crashing back down to the bed, rushing back into her body.