**[F Writer here!]**
She squirmed uncomfortably.
The metal cuffs dug into her wrists, forcing her arms to contort unnaturally. The gag in her mouth was damp with spit. In the mad scramble earlier, she has gotten sweaty and bruised.
She could now feel her new lacy lingerie (stolen from a high-end shop only a day ago) itching and irritating against her damp skin. In her haste, she had stolen a pair that is just a little too tight. The lace ended a bit lower than it should. With every breath and tremble, it scratched against her sensitive and perky nipples.
She swore under her breath. How did she get here? Sweaty, in her new school uniform and tied to a chair on a Monday night? No one was supposed to be here! He’s supposed to be on duty during weeknights!
Fuck!
“Well it’s your lucky day, no one’s at their desks right now.” The policeman was back! She glared at him as he strolled back into the room.
He’s walking closer… just a little bit closer…