"They definitely fucking should be," Lenore agrees pleasantly, and in her mouth it becomes a compliment. "You're dangerous."
Gently taking her captive's wrist, Lenore locks it into one of the cuffs with a click. Then she moves to Nightie's other side and locks in the other one, setting the two keys just out of reach.
"Go on, then," Lenore says to the guards, who unlock the door again and shuffle into the cell, swiftly going about their business without looking at either of the women on the floor.
For Lenore's part, she stays right where she is, on her knees on the blanket and close by her pet's side, in the V between where one chain pulls her arm to the side and another chain runs forward from her neck. She watches the guards at her work, seemingly unaware of how her thick curls brush against her captive's arm, how she's near enough that her pet can't help but smell her, a scent that another captive had once described as 'jasmine and wine'.
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Gently taking her captive's wrist, Lenore locks it into one of the cuffs with a click. Then she moves to Nightie's other side and locks in the other one, setting the two keys just out of reach.
"Go on, then," Lenore says to the guards, who unlock the door again and shuffle into the cell, swiftly going about their business without looking at either of the women on the floor.
For Lenore's part, she stays right where she is, on her knees on the blanket and close by her pet's side, in the V between where one chain pulls her arm to the side and another chain runs forward from her neck. She watches the guards at her work, seemingly unaware of how her thick curls brush against her captive's arm, how she's near enough that her pet can't help but smell her, a scent that another captive had once described as 'jasmine and wine'.