Nestled In Payne

She peels every thread from her body. Left in nothing but her own skin, bare cunt glistening under the lights. Hands drag her into place and the blindfold drops over her eyes, sealing her off. A ball fills her mouth, straps biting the back of her head. They talk low in her ear, every word a blade sliding under her ribs. She twitches at each syllable. Wet trails slide down her cheeks while the voice keeps carving instructions into her skull, slow and filthy, until she shakes with it.