Slave Dismissal

The Upper Floor feels hollow tonight. Three women kneel in nothing but cuffs and dread, waiting for members to vote one of them out of the house. Iona, Kait, and Jesse. Blonde hair. Full tits. Bound wrists. Open holes. The tension sits heavy, thick with the kind of fear that makes skin prickle and cunts wet. One will walk away tonight, and none of them knows who.