You woke up, filled with panic when you realized Julie had you slung over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes! You grunted and groaned and squirmed but just couldn't seem to escape her surprisingly strong grip.
She carried you down a flight of stairs into a basement that seemed to be lit with an eerie red-orange glow. In the center of the basement, you observed an array of sharp hooks, filling you with even more dread.
She lifted you off her shoulder and into the air, and you braced yourself for the pain of being impaled on one of the hooks.
You were relieved when, instead of passing through muscle, you were merely suspended on the hook by your clothes.
Your feet dangled high above the floor. As much as you squirmed, the hook just wouldn't finish tearing through your shirt and freeing you. You tried to reach back and grab the hook, but you were struggling to free yourself with the awkward angle.
Julie stepped back to admire her handiwork, crossing her arms under her chest, tilting her head from side to side, and making amorous little moaning sounds.
She seemed confident and relaxed, and you got the impression that this place was hard enough to find that she wasn't worried about the two of you being interrupted.
From somewhere on her, she pulled out a ruler. You could tell she'd scratched something into it, but you couldn't squint hard enough to make out what. Besides the scratch marks, it was covered in blood, and one end had been filed down into a very sharp point.
Letting out a giggle, Julie stepped closer and ran the bladed end of the ruler slowly down your chest, just barely hard enough to touch you so she didn't leave a cut or scratch.
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