Lea Lexis

They cuffed her in iron before the old stone walls, a mouth on a cock while people watched. She wanted it by the castle, needed it, and the metal kissed her wrists with each greedy bob. They swapped her to a post next, strapped the ball gag tight until her jaw ached, and left her dripping for anyone who cared to stare. Too many eyes found that courtyard, too many risks, so they dragged her somewhere darker, somewhere quieter, still aching, still on display.