Permutations

Satine kneels locked inside a steel cage, hands and knees pressed to cold metal, a gag wedged deep between her teeth. The lock snaps shut. She breathes through her nose and waits. The cage door opens. Rough hands pull her upright, thread her through the vertical bars, an iron collar clamped around her throat, pinning her spine to the steel. Her tits jut forward. Sweat beads. She can’t look away. Later they drag her down again, fold her on the concrete, ropes biting until her joints grind and every breath stabs. She stays quiet. She’s here to hurt. She wants you to watch.