Kendra James and Torque

Kendra thought she was slick stealing those elevator blueprints, but Torque caught her hands in the file cabinet. He toys with her, hands sliding over her corset like he owns the place. She slips free and bolts for the roof. He follows, rope in hand, and when he catches her he binds her tight against the window glass of the next building, corset digging in as she writhes for every eye below. Later he strings her to a beam, leather straps biting her wrists, ball gag stuffed between her teeth. Electricity dances across her skin—short, cruel shocks that make her body jerk and scream into the rubber. By the time he lowers her into the elevator shaft itself, Kendra hangs suspended inside the very thing she tried to steal, corset laced cruel, body strung up for the final lesson.