Capturing Beauty
Shackled to the wall by a iron collar struggling against the tight,
biting ropes binding her wrists As the taste of slik and bitter tape mingle in her sweet mouth. With one last struggle she thrusts her chest foward letting out a muted cry Her nipples hardening in the cold night air She could feel him watching in shadows outside her cell As she gave in a smile curling his lips Beast has finally captured his Beauty |