Stella stuffs the ball between Rosie's teeth and straps it tight. She uncoils rope, loops Rosie's wrists and cinches them high behind her back, then binds the ankles and draws them close so the girl can't stand without help. Rosie's shirt gets yanked up; the thin bra cups still hide what Stella wants to see. Fingers dig into ribs, quick and sharp, then the flogger whistles across bare skin. Each strike leaves a pink streak. Rosie's body jerks, breath hissing around the gag. Stella watches the skin bloom and laughs low, hungry. She leans close, lips at Rosie's ear. "She's not going back," she tells her friend. "I'm keeping her."
Stella stuffs the ball between Rosie's teeth and straps it tight. She uncoils rope, loops Rosie's wrists and cinches them high behind her back, then binds the ankles and draws them close so the girl can't stand without help. Rosie's shirt gets yanked up; the thin bra cups still hide what Stella wants to see. Fingers dig into ribs, quick and sharp, then the flogger whistles across bare skin. Each strike leaves a pink streak. Rosie's body jerks, breath hissing around the gag. Stella watches the skin bloom and laughs low, hungry. She leans close, lips at Rosie's ear. "She's not going back," she tells her friend. "I'm keeping her."
