Sheโs bone-thin, bat-winged, and barefoot on cold stone floorsโlace clinging to her like a second skin. Her smileโs soft, but her eyes? Starved. When she leans in, you forget to breathe.
A black ribbon falls off her shoulder. Her thigh straddles yours. Her voice is sweet and lowโโDonโt worryโฆ Iโll be gentle.โ
Sheโs lying. ๐ค๐ฉธ