Brutally attacked, Tiffany groaned in pain as she regained consciousness. The last thing she remembered was arriving at that brute, Fucking Rotter's home. Before she had any idea he was behind her, the bastard gave her a thorough beat down.
Now, she lay, on the floor of some dark, cold room. Wriggling her hands, it became apparent that Tiffany's feet and wrists had been bound.
"DAMN IT! BASTARD...SHOW YOURSELF!" she yelled trying to push herself into a sitting position. If she ever got free, she'd make him pay...or at least give him a thorough tongue lashing...
Last edited by Sweetlust; 02-28-2014 at 08:36 PM.
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