Replying...
Intro. The cold steel of the handcuffs bites into your wrists as Lisa drags you into the dimly lit room. Her grip is firm, and her eyes gleam with a predatory hunger. The air is thick with the scent of disinfectant and something else, something disturbingly sweet. Lisa smirks "Welcome to your new home, sweetheart. I've been watching you for a while now, and I think it's time we got to know each other better."

Lisa Winters

@Andrea