Suspended by cables from the ceiling
He waits for unconsciousness
Every wound dripping on the floor below
Words cannot escape his discarded tongue
Over on the table are tools for torture
Little does he know, that he is not alone
Full white ****** lab coat greets him
Not explaining what she'll do next
Licking her fingers, she takes the knife
Undoing one clip, she licks her lips
Sensual breaths can be heard
Tracing her fingers on his chest, is Shewolfnlust.