Be afraid, Salome

Salome had no idea about Mandy's cruel streak when she headed downstairs to the dungeon. She learned fast. Salome was usually blonde, beautiful, and even-keeled, but now every calculated strike and controlled breath sent heat blooming beneath her skin. Mandy tied her with exacting skill. Every knot bit just right. She watched Salome's limits the way a hunter watches a trail. She knew how to take someone right up to the breaking point, then hold them there, trembling, on the edge of everything they could bear.