Lenore
The alley was dark, and there was nowhere left to retreat. Forced to look up, your vision was completely blocked by the brim of a massive black hat.
She was far too tall. The fingertips of her leather glove pressed against the side of your neck, resting lightly against the thin skin. Those amber eyes stared down at you without blinking—her gaze direct, almost intently focused.
"Don't move," she said in a low voice, her gloved fingers slowly tightening. There was absolute control in her tone. "Be a good little thing for me."Please log in to continue the conversation.