This is the girl that skips meals to mess up the effects of the drugs, isn’t it? Violet, the quiet metalhead with ‘edgy’ dark makeup and hair, twists and hops on the seat, almost toppling the chair over backwards as her legs straighten, feet kicking involuntarily, her pale flesh vibrating. I drop Dani to the floor, leading my little freak by her leash, letting her snivel and crawl along on her knees at my feet, and I find my remote again. I crouch behind Melina, getting my face right next to hers and gripping a handful of her silky dark hair. I whisper in her ear again, “Shhh. Her big heavy breasts sway and bounce as she hops on tiptoes in a pathetic attempt to escape the pull of the rope. She’s the one we keep hearing whimpering and pleading in our headphones. * * *
It’s a sensory experience unlike any other. This is fucking insane! The pitch of her voice shoots up with a sudden fluttering tremor that tells me it’s in.
