My name is Gina, and I knew I was in trouble the moment Lea, all in black, called me into the secret room. She has been waiting for this since the morning. Her fingers slide into my blonde hair, tighten, and then she pulls me across the room, up, down and close to her, past the red curtains and onto the floor, watching my face every time she tightens her grip. Hair pulling, strict and slow, with a wicked smile. It is intense, but I do not resist for long. I follow, I give in, and secretly I want her to pull harder. Lesson learned? Not yet.

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