Valora kicked the stone and watched it bounced back on the wall. Again, she kicked and it bounced back.
No way out.
There wasn't any prisoners in Portmagee. It was already evening. She had spend the entire day locked away, rotting in this cell.
Phoenix hadn't even come to see her. It came to one conclusion: he left her.
She was left out. As usual.
How could one moment be the greatest and the next, just fall into an abyss so deep and dark?
Is life going to be that cruel to her?
She killed. She tortured. This seems like the perfect providence for her. However, that doesn't mean she is going to let herself wallow in this state of what was predicted for her.
Character is fate. Like Hardy had said but she makes her own destiny. She was going to get out and never look back.
Her mistake earlier, she had looked back.
Because of who? Phoenix, who had timed it flawlessly. Give her the best orgasm in the world and then throw her into the dog's pit.
Not any more. She was done playing pokey pokey with him!
She moved swiftly to the bars, noticing the guard reading a magazine. She intently studied him and found a key dangling in his pocket.
Okay. So far the key is what she needed.
Any other way to break from this cell, she looked around. The small window had only iron bars which wouldn't work. That's out.
So back to the key. Hmm...the guard looked in his thirties. He didn't have a ring on his finger, bald and a pot belly sporting.
A disgusting but very much needed idea sprouted in her.
She lend out a moan. Faking is her master game.
At first, he didn't react. But she didn't give up either. She lend out another long moan with her back facing him.
Hearing him sigh, he gets up. "What you want?" The irish accent strong and thick but it didn't run her motor like Phoenix's.
But she could imagine. Yes, that's better.
Turning, she gave him a seductive smile. His eyes widened at first then scowled. "Don't be messing with me, lass."
"How can I mess with such...uh-strong built police man?" Urgh..she sounded so fake.
But apparently sham purr got her a reaction. He puffed his chest and came closer. Yes..good boy. No man can resist a woman whose horny.
Well for Valora, it was counterfeit horny.
She played with her buttons and started to unbutton. Showing him a peek of her cleavage.
The way he leered at her made her vomit. Focus, Valora! Think of the endgame.
"Show them breast to me, bitch." Don't puke. Keep steady.
Instead of complying, she went down on her knees. Wrapping her hand around the iron bar, she fisted it making a suggestive notion.
The man caught her signal and immediately retaliated. Hands went to his belt and he shoved it down. His flaccid dick popped with a spring. Eww!
Not wanting to touch it, she made more sounds and told him how much she wanted to suck his dick. Those dirty words spread like toxic poison into his head and he rolled his eyes closed.
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Venomously Yours,
Romans"So serious all the time. Ever smiled?" No reaction. "Ever laughed, warden?" Not even a tilt of lip. He simply sat there. Looking at her blandly that she was so close to getting up and shaking him to feel. To feel something. Still, she didn't g...
