Whipped and Eaten Out

Victor stepped away from the dark equipment cabinet, his leather boots clicking against the wooden floorboards. He held his right arm tucked behind the broad expanse of his back, masking whatever new torment he had retrieved from the shelf.

Lola hung suspended by her wrists, her toes grazing the floor. Her heart thudded against her bruised ribs as she tracked his approach. Drool leaked past the