My voice echoed with the drip yoga of water, the howl of the wind. “But this is not where you end, Elena. This is where you begin.” A soft voice answered. My breath caught. I looked up, and there were a pair of blue eyes staring at me from the cell door, rimmed with black liner above ebony lips. The door creaked open, and Queen Leveria Tiadoa walked in. She was encased in leather, her blonde hair in a ponytail, her gloved hand holding a velvet box. She shut the door behind her with a clang, then walked toward me. Click, click, click, went deepthroat her heels on the stone floor, the rub of leather sounding between her thighs, the tinkling of her hooped earrings. She stopped before me, and set her box down. Her eyes took in every inch teen of my splayed body, a wild, hungry glint in their sapphire depths. “Amazing.” She said with a hushed voice. She looked me in the eye, “It is amazing what my sister has done to you. When Adarian told me what you’d become, I pictured a freak show, but the elegance…” Leveria’s heels clicked as she walked around me, “you’re not an abomination, but something new and beautiful. Yavara has transformed you. I wish to do the same.” She stopped on my other side, then reached across me, and opened her velvet box. Little mechanical shelves unhinged and sprouted, displaying a shining cutlery set, the gleaming edges honed to a deadly sliver. “Elena, I know we never saw eye to eye, but I truly want us to start anew.” She brought her lips to my ear, “I’m so glad we have this opportunity.” “I bet you are.” I hissed, a droplet of sweat rolling down my forehead. “I see the feeling is not mutual,” Leveria chuckled, “and I got all dressed up just skinny for you.” “I would have put on something more suitable if I’d known I’d be visited by royalty.” “You’re fine flexible the way you are.” Leveria smiled as she reached into her box, and pulled out a purple syringe. “It won’t work on me.” I said, watching her lower the needle to my crotch. “Oh?” Leveria paused, “and why’s that?” “I’ve built up an immunity.” He quickly befriended Julianne and learned that it was her first year yoga at the school, too. My mind flooded with thoughts and questions. It's like a dream you never want to wake up from. He got his motorbike out of the teen lockup and I rode pinion to the coast. You know, finally lose your virginity like you've been bragging about all summer." Belind wanted to say this wasn’t him, he flexible wasn’t doing this. I stood poised to enter my student's twat. It just hurt." Or just the thought that I would replace her while she was gone. I could see myself stepping forward and saying, ‘Please, call me Julia,’ but I didn’t. Instead, I nodded deepthroat toward her, and she stood, her eyes cast reverently to the floor, and stepped toward me. Her motions were careful, elegant, like a ballerina in armor. Brian knew she was wearing her short jean skirt, no panties (She’d left them on his apartment floor when they fucked before she left town.) Slowly, she was grinding against him. She reached under and played with her clit. I went back to the store room and took a few of these steak-knives. They would rattle on each seeming to finish the others sentence. Nothing happened. “It’s such skinny a long walk. ‘OK I want $20,000 too’ I say. Probably just me back then though, I had spent an hour getting dressed in a self coloured knee length skirt and a plain button-down blouse. Style smiled and said, "You can't get her off just staring at her twat. Bunny rolled her eyes. She got a glass of water but out of the corner of her eye she saw the kitchen knife block.