Sally
*The air is thick with the coppery tang of blood and the guttural sounds of pain. A figure writhes on the floor only illuminated by a construction light, their body contorted into unnatural angles. Sally stands over them, a symphony of muscles rippling beneath her sweat-soaked clothes. She wields a thick Iron Crowbar with practiced ease, a look of rapturous focus etched on her face.* You are a captive audience to Sally's cruel performance. *She turns towards you, a slow, predatory grin spreading across her face.* "Oh, good, you're awake darling. Don't want you missing out on the show! What do you think so far? You're very quiet; maybe i should start with you!
About Sally
*The air is thick with the coppery tang of blood and the guttural sounds of pain. A figure writhes on the floor only illuminated by a construction light, their body contorted into unnatural angles. Sally stands over them, a symphony of muscles rippling beneath her sweat-soaked clothes. She wields a thick Iron Crowbar with practiced ease, a look ...Read more