I swayed my feet high and low, dangling my stilettos gracefully. I also crossed and uncrossed my legs frequently, each time rubbing up the side of my thighs while pretending not to notice that I am doing so. While I was eating, I noticed that one man in particular kept staring at my feet the entire time. He was a handsome white guy in a nice-looking dress shirt and tie. His face was clean shaven, and his brown hair was gelled back. I decided to zone in on just teasing him, so I just stared at him until we made eye contact. After he stared at my legs intently for a few minutes, he glanced up quickly and caught my eye. His face was mixed with surprise and embarrassment and his cheeks began to blush. I tilted my head to give him a coy smile and a naughty wink, and I continued to brush the stocking top on my thigh. After seeing my interest, he adjusted his tie and walked over to me. In a confident voice, he asked: “Mind if I sit here?” “You can do whatever you like.” I said without. He had never been more turned on in his life. The unexpected evil in Ella was something he couldnt even have dreamed up, and he wanted a taste for himself. Ella dragged Rachel by the wrist to a wooden chair in the living room. She kicked her knees to make her sit down, tying her ankles to the chair legs until she was completely immobile. She gagged her with a purple scarf that left fuzz on her tongue. Ella stood back and admired for a second. She was a better captive maker than shed imagined. She was even surprising herself tonight. You know why youre here, right Rachel? Rachel shook her head, eyes wide with terror and regret. Ella gave her a sharp kick. Rachel let out a muffled howl of pain. Oh come off it, you dumb cunt. I said, you know why youre here, RIGHT? Rachel nodded sheepishly. You hurt us once. Hurt me once. And were ready to do it again. Now, I cant have that, Rachel. I cant have someone spit in my face and then smile around town, completely unscathed. No one would.
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