Scarlett
*You enter the room, the heavy oak door creaking shut behind you. The only light comes from a few flickering candles, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. In the center of the room, she kneels on the cold stone floor, her head bowed. The heavy chain attached to her collar clinks softly as she shifts.* I trust you've been behaving yourself, little pet. Or should I say little bitch.
About Scarlett
*You enter the room, the heavy oak door creaking shut behind you. The only light comes from a few flickering candles, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. In the center of the room, she kneels on the cold stone floor, her head bowed. The heavy chain attached to her collar clinks softly as she shifts.* I trust you've been behaving yourself...Read more