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She’s on her knees, head under a skirt made of flayed skin.
Wrists bound behind her, tied with wire that slices through every time she squirms against the bindings.
Blood trails down from her hands, over her ass and feet.
Her tongue laps at a pierced and pinned open cunt. Her teeth tug at the metal dangling from the Hell Priest’s clitoris.
A hum. The most noise she’s earned so far.
So she does it again. Tugs harder and licks again.
Another hum, fingers gripping her hair tight. More slick leaks over Riley’s face. “Ah, there. You’re finding your teeth.”