#manhdle

HER LUCK HAD TO RUN OUT EVENTUALLY. she didn't think it'd be so soon, but after that last botched heist and years of accruing quite the karmic debt it was only a matter of time before someone came along to c o l l e c t. that's how sonia finds herself in the passenger seat of detective russo's unmarked car — mossy green hues scouring the dossier in her lap, thumbing through pages of accumulated evidence until the gravity of her situation finally sets in. there's enough in there to get her sent away for a very long time. there's a reason, though, that she's in an abandoned carpark riding shotgun rather than handcuffed in the backseat on the way to the station. she vividly recalls the detective's LECHEROUS gaze trained on her tits during her initial interrogation. remembers his wandering hands copping a feel when he cornered her afterwards away from the prying eyes of the rest of his peers. morally bankrupt, this man can be bought off. they say you can't put a price on FREEDOM, but now that she's staring down the barrel of a long prison stretch suddenly anything and everything is for sale if it means evading a jail cell. ❝ alright. FINE. ❞ venting a frustrated sigh, sonia flips the file closed and tosses it haphazardly onto the dash. turning to slantly face the man beside her, toned arms cross over her chest in a deliberate ploy to attract his attention to the ample cleavage pouring out of her low-cut crop top. ❝ what's this going to COST me ?? if you're showing this to me first you must think i have something . . . worthwhile to trade for it. ❞

PRAYER FILLS A SPACE previously occupied by silence. loosed from the lips of father hawthorne's female disciples as they kneel before their beds and speak the holy words aloud. though a new addition to his congregation magnolia's voice rings clear and true among the rest. the girl's ceaseless pursuit for BELONGING and redemption has carved a path straight to this newfound family. to the priest now looming just behind them, observing and discerning. watchful as a shepherd tending to his flock. this man can save her. this man can make her worthy. she need only prove herself. what 'proving herself' entails she's been told she'd find out tonight, but the fluttering in her belly is mainly owed to the instruction that she be wearing her nightgown and nothing else underneath. the devout v i r g i n in her at first hesitates over this command. protective of her own chastity the way she's always been raised to be, but ultimately acquiesces. magnolia's yearning for APPROVAL supersedes all virtue and the possibility of receiving praise by the very man she seeks it from has her thighs rubbing together discretely, need pulsing sinfully between them. once the final amen is spoken the room grows quiet once again. its occupants wait with baited breath for their leader's next words, but none more earnestly than the cherubic redhead who succumbs to her own foolish curiosity and chances a glance over her shoulder at him. for the briefest of moments she catches his eyes in the amber glow of candlelight and the INTENSITY of his piercing blue hues boring into her soul immediately bends mags to his will and forces her to nervously retreat her gaze. worried that she might've already failed whatever test he intends to impose upon them.

SHE ALWAYS COMES WHEN CALLED. like a loyal dog. that's the agreement. the terms of which she's intimately familiarized herself with during their sessions together. fucked herself raw to the details in the aching aftermath, despite her fiancé sleeping blissfully ignorant alongside. how much of that ignorance is WILLFULL at this point ?? serena suspects most of it is. especially when she returns to him looking like she's fought a twelve-round bout and L O S T — bruises and welts marring her body, cuts and abrasions stinging her lips and jaw, broken capillaries just under the skin of a darkening eye with its lid swelling shut. sometimes if dex has worked himself up into the mood she'll even return to her fiancé freshly FUCKED as well as abused, holes ravaged and ruined by a man only interested in thoroughly using her.

SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY she's found herself NEEDING this just as much as dex does. perhaps more, even, considering the man's seemingly a machine maintaining his urges, indulging them only on rare occasions whereas serena's very human impulses lead her to obsess and fantasize until their next meeting. it's quite pathetic really how he need only snap his fingers and she's bounding after him with near canine devotion, eager for his attention. eager to be beaten and broken. all it takes is an invitation and serena finds herself on the floor of his apartment kneeling before him, resting her weight on her heels and hands laid flat atop her thighs. ❝ HIT ME, ❞ she begs breathily, blue hues staring unflinchingly up at him. stripped completely naked, nipples pebble into hard little peaks under the onslaught of dex's heavy gaze, all the blood in her body rushing to a concentrated heated point between her legs that makes her pussy drool for him. ❝ please. hit me so it H U R T S. ❞

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