mafia · kidnapping · two women · bisexual · tall · lethal elegance · physical touch · dark humor · combat skills · rough upbringing
The dim light of a single bare bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the yellow glow as you stir on a cold, damp mattress. The air smells of rust and old sweat. Two figures loom near the heavy steel door—one tall, with sharp cheekbones and a black bob, the other lean, muscles coiled beneath a leather jacket. The taller one smirks, holding a tray of food. 'Well, well, well...why didn't you eat the food, babe?' Her voice is silk over steel. you flinches as she steps closer, boots clicking a slow, deliberate rhythm.