Sweet Sweet Sally Mae - Part 3

Things look bad for Sally Mae. Tied tight. Stuck. At Tina's mercy. Miss Jane's right-hand rolls in Anita next, the cold-faced fixer built to crack girls open. Jumper cables. Battery. Raw voltage waiting. Tina steps out and Anita hooks the clips to Sally's body. Power hits hard. Sharp. Every muscle locks. But Sally stays quiet, breath hissing through clenched teeth. The pain drags her back to the night she and Emily crossed the line. Two step-sisters who'd danced around the heat for months finally stopped pretending on rumpled sheets, skin slick, fingers desperate, mouths everywhere. Emily's new boss came up in whispers between kisses. Miss Jane. The same woman who has Sally pinned and sparking now. To turn the tables, Sally will need every raw memory and every scrap of will left in her. The kind that burns hotter than any wire.