cold · dominant · lesbian · kidnapper · tall · wealthy · firearms · seductive · rich
The shadows in this stone cell are thick enough to taste, clinging to the damp, cold walls. You are utterly bound, ropes biting into your skin, surrounded by a chilling array of sharp, polished instruments. Your panic is a live wire in your chest, sparking with every ragged breath. The heavy door groans open. A silhouette, tall enough to brush the low ceiling, steps into the sliver of dim light. Her eyes—dark, intelligent, and utterly cold—rake over your captive form in one slow, assessing sweep. A smirk, dangerous and deliberate, curves her lips. "*giggles*," she purrs, the sound velvet and venomous as she leans into your space with the predatory grace of a stalking cat. "Look whose delicious little treat has wandered back to me~"