College of Pain Pleasure
She was of European descent, with blonde hair down to her waist and bright, angry blue eyes. She was young, fresh from one of the local colleges, unlikely to be missed soon. Her arms were stretched out above her head by chains, pulling her up so that her feet were barely supporting her weight. She held her head up high with dignity, although all she had left on was a white slip in tatters around her hips. Cackling with glee in my head, I maintained my impassive main when I stepped behind her. I...