Faye Runaway

Faye just showed up for this shoot and didn't blink. She had the chains locked around her wrists and ankles, cold metal biting deep, and the water came next, ice pouring over her skin in sheets. She pulled hard against every restraint, muscles tight, breath sharp. Nothing made her back off. Every time the tension hit, her body answered with a straight-on stare and a shiver that ran straight through her. She kept going until the last clamp bit down and the last splash soaked her hair. When it ended she said she'd be back. Faye didn't flinch. She just smiled like she'd found something she wanted more of.