Selina

Selina shows up cocky as hell. Tattooed, brunette, all attitude. She thinks she can take whatever gets thrown at her. Donna shuts that down fast. Cattle prod shocks bite into skin. Clamps bite harder. Wires trail across her body, current humming under every touch. The current never stays gentle. Each jolt snaps through muscle, leaves her gasping, forces the fight out of her breath. Donna works every angle, pushes every reaction, keeps her pinned in place. By the end Selina stops talking big. She keeps her eyes down. The lesson sticks.