Chapter 117 Cell Block Whore Ch4
- He’s always thought he owned her — cuffed her, bent her over steel, made her whimper while men behind bars pumped their fists to the soundtrack of her cries.
- But now? She’s the one playing the game.
- It starts with a slip of metal. A stolen key she palms from his pocket when he’s too lost in her throat to notice. He thinks he’s the hunter — but she’s learned to hunt him too.