You Should Have Called Off The Cops

Tina breaks into the house. She’s after more than cash this time. Kendra has kept her down too long, and tonight the debt gets paid in full. Kendra spins around, catches her. Hands tighten. Words fly. Then Tina sees the opening—Kendra turns for one second—and drives her weight into the boss’s back. Rope comes out. Kendra’s wrists cross behind her, pulled tight until the skin goes white. Ankles next. Tina works fast, knots clean and mean. Kendra fights. She always fights. Tina stuffs a thick dildo between her lips and pushes until the angle hurts. Saliva runs down Kendra’s chin. Her feet are bare, soles flexing against the floor as she twists, trying to find slack that isn’t there. Tina stands over her. One heel presses the arch of Kendra’s foot, grinding down until the boss stops kicking. The struggle turns the air hot. Rope creaks. The dildo shifts with every breath Kendra takes. Revenge tastes clean when it’s this quiet. Kendra should have called off the cops months ago.