A second load blasted her face, the sticky fluid dangling from her chin. “That’s picture perfect,” said the guard, catching his breath. XXX “What’s under there?”
“Have you ever seen one before?” she sarcastically asked. The guard let go of the button and the static resumed. Move your hand.”
The Black Cat did as he commanded, revealing a small tuft of brown pubic hair. She let the thin skin roll along her tongue, bouncing his ball against the roof of her palette. Still chained to the table and without a way of unlocking the door, she surely would suffer a fate much worse than this if she decided to incapacitate the guard. Felicia lowered her head– shocked that she was being taken this way.
